Personal Narrative: Coming To America

I never thought coming to America would be life-changing event with remarkably unexpected obstruction. I was born and grew up in a small town known by the name of Sheno in Ethiopia. Growing up in that town wasn’t exactly like all American kids imagine it to be .Our life wasn’t provided with much of opportunities and great circumstances, but it’s where I grew old. It was everyone’s dream to have that one chance on having a better life, and anyone would kill to be part of the American world, where anyone can reach his or her goal. My mother was one of those who wanted to give us a better life. , My mom and my dad had better job comparing to others. The both worked for government, but their pay wasn’t satisfactory. My mother decided on taking …show more content…
She migrated to America before the rest of us were allowed to join her. Five years without a mother by our side with every now and then phone calls and gifts was the toughest years of my life. She used to call once or twice a month to talk to all of us, but usually the network give us a hard time, sometimes it just drops the call unexpectedly. When we gather together to celebrate on holidays and special ceremonies, it felt strange that we would stay quite. Cultural ceremonies are very important where all families and neighbors invite each other, but for us it was a reminder that our mother wasn’t here with us. Yet, while she was gone, people in the town have discussed about the world that I wasn’t even sure about moving into. They consistently told us how lucky we are to have that chance. Although I never imagined it myself what it feels like coming to America, I knew it was a big opportunity to make a better …show more content…
Of course, I wasn’t able to communicate with anyone at the moment, and I didn’t make any friends until a week or so. The only thing I knew was how to say hello and goodbye, and it was embarrassing for me because almost everyone at my school speaks English. I totally felt stupid afterward for now knowing the most known language in the history of the world. Meanwhile. I met some friends who were going through the same moral arguments. They were as scared as me to speak up, so I was the only choice they had. As time goes by, I became really close to one of them and start studying together. We didn’t speak same language, so we always speak with our broken grammar and vocabularies tying to understand each other. After semester, my councilor told me I have been improving my English so well, so I was transferred to the next ESOL level. I was so excited and very proud of my accomplishment in a short term. But, once I got transferred, I was so surprised because everyone in that class were fluent speaker, and my motivation was shattered down all over again. I was friendless in that class for the first couple day, but then, there were some who were willing to talk to me and get to know my story and me. They had me by surprise because were very welcoming and approachable. Every time I try to explain myself I struggle a lot but Even

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