Personal Narrative

Full grown lemon trees stood up carrying the juiciest lemons while my brother and I ate the sweetest kent mangos on the alluring lawn that I was so proud to call mine. I remembered my impeccable life before I thought that coming to the United States was going to be a great idea but one is capable of doing anything to be with the people you love the most, even if it means leaving your friends, the big house that you had known all your life, all to become the awkward foreign girl that can’t speak English and finds it burdensome to make friends; the girl that showed up to to her small apartment crying everyday after school because learning a new language felt like an obstacle and making friends was just as strenuous. I wanted to go back to my …show more content…
I was only six when I was seperated from my mom to come here. I was only six when I first got on a plane from my little town to Tijuana, Mexico. It was also the first time that I had stayed in a hotel but it wasn’t a fancy hotel with the white towels and comfortable bed with the silky sheets that we see on TV, it was the type that only had cold water and the walls were dark of stains and dust but at the time it only felt like an adventure. I saw everything as an adventure. An adventure to that will lead me to my father and will bring our family together once again. The process of getting to America is not painless. When I got here, it was the middle of December and everything was cold. We had been riding in the van for days and I was just glad to finally get out. It was the first time that I had felt the really cold winter air against my pale skin and the snow against my broken down shoes as I walked out the car. That is a feeling that I will never …show more content…
My mother, brother, and I washed and settled down for bed in the corner of a small room. They had given us the large bed and were making us feel comfortable for the night. The next day, my father had packed his bags from the house and told us that he had rented an apartment for us. I was so excited because Christmas was coming soon and I was just glad that I was spending it with my family. Even though we didn’t have enough money, my dad would always manage to buy us toys for Christmas. When we moved into the small apartment over the tiny Chinese-Peruvian restaurant, I became even more excited because I was soon going to start school. I wondered how Americans saluted their flag and how the school system worked here. Not one bit of me was nervous but excited. I was one of the smartest kids back home and that’s exactly what I wanted to be here. I remember learning my ABC’s before I came to America. I would carry a pocket size dictionary with the alphabet in the front page so I can memorize it. But when I got to school, it wasn’t what I expected. There was no pride for the American flag during the flag salute and lunch was free. In Mexico, we didn’t have a

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