It had been some time since Amir and I moved to Fremont, California, but it has not gotten easier for me. I still look back to Kabul, to my big white house, to my old friends, to my old life that now dearly miss. Since arriving I have found that there is a lack of respect and trust in the American society. Amir is fitting in well here, and he loves it, more than our home which leads me to feel heavy hearted. After all, this move was more for him than for me, so I can only be happy for him. Amir goes to school, and although he is probably the oldest there he remains positive, and does not let that stop him from achieving his goals. One day Amir and I walked to a local store, owned by an old couple, I went to pay for the food I picked out,
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I want to surprise him with a car as a graduation gift, so I have been saving money anywhere I can, I will do anything to give him every opportunity to succeed. It is great to see him succeed. We sit in the kitchen together, eating a late dinner after a long day of work, I ask, “Amir, what do you think you will do once you graduate?” “I want to go to college, and find what I want to do with my life, there are many options” “I too have thought about it, and I think you should study engineering, or physics, get yourself a steady job” “I do not like those things though, I don't want to end up doing something I hate for the rest of my life. I want to write and read, those are the things that make me happy. Isn't that more important than money.” As I look at Amir, I cannot help but be a little disappointed in him for not wanting a more practical career, but I am also very proud because he can stand up for himself and do what he wants in life. After everything Amir and I have been through to get to America, and to build our life here I am proud to call him a son. …show more content…
I was for the first time in my life paralyzed with fear and anxiety, I did my best to hide this from Amir. I do not want him to think I am weak, but I am afraid, afraid that I can't control this disease, and that I will be a burden to Amir. I try to sleep, but my mind races. I see Amir out of a crack in the door take a blanket, and pray. I have not seen him pray for many years. What this diagnosis can do to him can be much worse than what it does to me. I cannot stand to see him so hopeless.
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I wake up for the first time in the white room of the hospital and look up at the bright fluorescent light. Amir is sitting in a chair across the room, his head slumped down and he is sleeping. I do not know what time it is, but I let him get any rest he can, I know that this is much harder on him than on me. Soon after, Amir wakes, he looks like he hasn't slept for more than an hour. He immediately rushes over to my bed. “How are you feeling
I want to surprise him with a car as a graduation gift, so I have been saving money anywhere I can, I will do anything to give him every opportunity to succeed. It is great to see him succeed. We sit in the kitchen together, eating a late dinner after a long day of work, I ask, “Amir, what do you think you will do once you graduate?” “I want to go to college, and find what I want to do with my life, there are many options” “I too have thought about it, and I think you should study engineering, or physics, get yourself a steady job” “I do not like those things though, I don't want to end up doing something I hate for the rest of my life. I want to write and read, those are the things that make me happy. Isn't that more important than money.” As I look at Amir, I cannot help but be a little disappointed in him for not wanting a more practical career, but I am also very proud because he can stand up for himself and do what he wants in life. After everything Amir and I have been through to get to America, and to build our life here I am proud to call him a son. …show more content…
I was for the first time in my life paralyzed with fear and anxiety, I did my best to hide this from Amir. I do not want him to think I am weak, but I am afraid, afraid that I can't control this disease, and that I will be a burden to Amir. I try to sleep, but my mind races. I see Amir out of a crack in the door take a blanket, and pray. I have not seen him pray for many years. What this diagnosis can do to him can be much worse than what it does to me. I cannot stand to see him so hopeless.
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I wake up for the first time in the white room of the hospital and look up at the bright fluorescent light. Amir is sitting in a chair across the room, his head slumped down and he is sleeping. I do not know what time it is, but I let him get any rest he can, I know that this is much harder on him than on me. Soon after, Amir wakes, he looks like he hasn't slept for more than an hour. He immediately rushes over to my bed. “How are you feeling