Changes As I walked in the door to my house I knew something was wrong when I saw my father’s face. He looked upset and scared , I really wanted to ask how his day was but I just couldn't. “Papa what was wrong?” . I asked. “We’re moving to America on Saturday.”
When I arrived in the U.S at age 12 ½ it was a huge adjustment for me as I did not speak English. I was suddenly living with a family and not in the orphanage that I grew up in. it was hard for me to leave my orphanage in China I had lived there my whole life and thought of the orphanage as my home. After being adopted and now living in America I have so many opportunities I did not have in China.
July 4th, America declared independence from Britain. Ironically, on July 4th, 1997, my parents came to the U.S , declaring independence from their own country. Christians in Egypt were beaten up, wrongly convicted, and killed. My parents did not want to raise their children in such a corrupt society and desired to come to America to pursue a better way of life . On November 26, 1999, I was born and my parents knew that this would mean a worse financial crisis.
I used to have this grudges in my heart when everything go hard that would made me wanted to blame my parent. But I can’t because I was not raise to think that way. When I come to America, I was eleven years old and no one asked me if I wanted to come it just happen in a second. I was in a cold place with extended family that I never met before and that one person who raise me and made me feel secure was still back in the country. I had to lived months without her and next thing you know I adapted and convince myself they are doing this because the wanted the best for me.
Over the years I have experienced countless history classes as well as watched and read what feels like thousands of news reports that address conflicts and disasters outside and inside of the United States. As I got older I realized that living in this country has presented us with many opportunities to better our lives and to accomplish our goals, but unfortunately not everyone can live in the United States. I have been told I am privileged with more advantages and opportunities than most others all my life; meanwhile there are people in other countries that are suffering hardships I can’t begin to imagine. I can go and buy the miscellaneous supplies I need from Target, I don’t have to wonder when my next meal will be presented to me, and
I was walking down a dark empty path until I realized my failures would ultimately be my strength. Unfamiliar to the new place with its unique culture and lifestyle, it was hard for me to continue on the path. There was a light inside that kept me from becoming lost in this new world. Like a wilted flower opening up its petals, I began to not only adapt to this new environment but also to see inside me and realize my imperfections. Along with my family, I had to move to the United States in the year 2012.
I have already told you the story of when my grandmother passed away, but I haven’t told you about her decision to live in this country. My mother at the time was very young, only one and a half, when my grandmother decided come to journey across the border into America. My grandfather had a working visa, and used it to go to America for months at a time, leaving his family of eleven behind. His jobs mostly consisted of picking cotton, and picking many different fruits and vegetables. Although it was very hard work for my grandfather, it was a lot more money than working anywhere in mexico.
Everyone is shaped and molded by what they do and the choices they make each day. Whether they know it or not, they make one choice-one friend, one child, one house- and they alter the course of their life from then on out. Personally, one of the hardest and most life changing choices I ever had to make was moving to the United States.
When I was born on February 24, 2001, a whole new adventure for my family and I had just begun. After living a couple years of my childhood in India, we decided to move to the United states which was a country unfamiliar to me back then. I remember every minute of the prolonged plane ride to the United States. I asked my parents more than a million question about what life was like in the country we were going to. My dad use to travel to the USA every couple months, so he knew what life was like here and how different it was from India.
The first eight years of my life, I spent in India where I was born. Growing up I was constantly reminded by my parents that I needed to make them proud by getting a good job and living a good lifestyle. They told me this because they did not want to see me live a hard life like they did. When I was nine years old, I moved from India to the United States of America. The reason why I moved to America was not because I was living a bad life in India, it was so that I could have a better education and more opportunities in life.
It was a decision that pacified my fears of moving to a new country from my hometown, Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. I could still remember that feeling I had experienced when my mother told me that, “We were moving to America”. I felt that time had stopped, and I couldn't think. I could not decide whether this life-changing sentence would forward to me or that would cause me to face more problems than rewards. I could not believe the fact I would not be able to see my childhood friend, and it was so badly when I realized the objects and people that I would miss.
It was 1924 and I was excited, too excited. My father had given wonderful, yet terrifying news. It was my turn to go to America. My family and I had lived in Italy for many centuries.
One day my family and I went to Great America. It was a sunny day and there was no wind, anyways I really wanted to go on a roller coaster, it would be my first time! I was really excited, I was 9 years old so it was a big deal to be tall enough to be able to ride a roller coaster. The roller coaster was named The Grizzly, I thought it was the best one to be my first, so my dad and I got in line. We were the first in line, and when we got in the roller coaster cart, we were in the first cart.
As a teenager moving to a new country with a different culture, different language, and being thousands of miles away from everyone I grew up with was not an easy change, however, that was precisely what I did in January of 2013 when I came to the United States with my father. My whole world changed since, and shaped my way of thinking. From learning English, adjusting to a new culture, experiencing my first snow and finding my way in my new country, my life has been an exciting adventure. My parents brought me to America almost 5 years ago to have a better life, and to get a better education.
After my 8th grade graduation, me and my family moved to Georgia. A fresh start is what we wanted. It was a very long drive. Everyone were fussing because they were hungry. My granny was saying how it 's this waffle place she wants to take us.