Personal Narrative: My Mom Becoming One For Me

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I didn 't know what motivation was till My mom became one for me. Transitioning from my country to the US was a big challenge. It was like a shadow that was following me everyday I would go to school. I cannot remember the day nor the name of the school. What I remember that I was alone in this obstacle of my life. The kids in school knew English and I didn 't. I was a new student. It was like I was in an ocean full of new fishes that were strange to me and I was the only fish that was immigrating . Things got to the point where I had to use a translator so I could understand what the other kids were saying. It felt horrible that no one wanted to talk to me. I was used to my country and my friends and with people that could understand me for example I would had friends that were really nice and caring . And all my childhood was left there like an old dolly.One day at my new english school this kid in school offered his help to translate and teach me some english words , I good excited that someone wanted to be my friend. I thought everything was going to be …show more content…
She is a fighter that never gives up till to achieve what there purpose is. She raised three kids and she has never given up .Even though the kids would bully and call me names it made a huge impact in my life because now I am a very strong person that never gave up in my dreams. I always wanted to pursue more on my education, enrich the knowledge that will help me become more wiser and not to give up and always fight like my mother.
Although I was an english learner my english still not perfect. But that has never stopped me from achieving my goals in life. I never thought i could ever be speaking another language. There is days that I think to myself and analyze my journey and it feels like everything is a dream. Furthermore I feel lucky to be in this country that there is a lot of opportunities in my

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