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Personal Narrative: My Family To The United States

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I can vividly remember the days when I thought my future was grim, without hope. My first 17 years of life was spent in a refugee camp without freedom. I was a stateless person in Bhutanese refugee camp in Nepal, I had no place to call home. But, things changed for good. United State government decided to bring me and my family to the US in 2008. It was a huge blessing and great honor. When I first arrived in the US in San Antonio, Texas, among the people I met was retired US airforce Major and his wife a retired SSgt who became father and mother to me. Through them, I came to make friends with many veterans who has served our great nation, who has sacrificed for the sake of our liberty.
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