Coming To America-Personal Narrative

Two days of flying is a long trip for a girl who is only ten years old! That’s how long it took my family and I to come to America. Everything was new and strange. We stayed at my grandparent’s apartment for awhile, and I had so many questions about everything. I wondered why everything was so different. Why is America so enormous? How would I ever be able to learn the language? Would I be socially accepted? What kind of hardships and mysteries are awaiting us? As much as I was excited to arrive in America and discover new things that were laid out before me I was a little bit afraid of the new things that were not comprehensible to me. My family consists of my dad, my mom, older brother, older sister, me, and my little sister. It was the first day we arrived at the airport,“GRANDMA, GRANDPA, UNCLE!!!!!,” I exclaimed after seeing my grandparents and uncle for the first time in five years. “WE MISSED YOU!!,” articulating the emotions of sadness and joy at the same moment. Seeing the emotion on my family’s face was priceless, nothing could ever replace that moment. As each day passes by, I recall the first time my family stepped foot in America, it was a day to remember. After staying at my grandparent’s apartment for two …show more content…
“Because you disobeyed me, this is your punishment,” the teacher alerted, as he took out a thick wooden ruler with metal at the ends, used to measure. “Give me your hand,” said the teacher. “I don’t want to,” I protested.”I said give me your hand or the punishment will be much worse”. Having no choice but to respect the teacher, I gave the teacher my hand very slowly. “One…..two…..three... four…,” the teacher started to hit the ruler on my hand. “ Five….six...seven….eight…SNAP!!!!,” the ruler snapped in half. I looked down on my hand, it was bright red. The teacher said,”next time don’t disobey anything that I say.” On the contrary, in America, it’s very