Growing up in the Bahamas as a little girl I always dreamed about living in America. I’ve never seen pictures, or visited America but only heard positive things about this country. People painted America as a beautiful country that you would want to live there one day. So, I started thinking about what would it be like to live there. And one day my dreams came threw I moved to Miami to live with my mom. It was one of the happiest day of my life. There I was enjoying life, experiencing some of the memorable times in life. My first time, watching tv, first time going to a mall, first time riding the train and my first time driving a car. Well, those memories started to fade away and life threw me a curveball.
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At that point I realize what was going on and tears started to flow as I grabbed as much of my belongings that could off fit into my backpack. Not knowing where would I go, how would I eat, where would I sleep, or how would I wash myself. With most of my family residing in the Bahamas and my mom being an immigrant we were left hopeless. With no money, no place to go and no one I could call for help. I was officially homeless. From that day on my life have completely change. Each day had become more and more dreadful. Going to school was the only good thing that was going right in my life, I could eat, sit and relax for couple of hours. But, then I begin sleeping in class, my teacher notices then sends me to the principal office, when asked “if I wasn’t getting any sleep at home?”, I lied and told her my grandma just passed away and I’m having a really hard time adjusting to the devastating news. At the end of the school day my smile would turn into a frown. Also, when it appears to be getting dark my heart would drop because, knowing that it means walking for hours until I could find an abandoned house to sleep
Things started to appear to be not what I expected it to …show more content…
At that point I realize what was going on and tears started to flow as I grabbed as much of my belongings that could off fit into my backpack. Not knowing where would I go, how would I eat, where would I sleep, or how would I wash myself. With most of my family residing in the Bahamas and my mom being an immigrant we were left hopeless. With no money, no place to go and no one I could call for help. I was officially homeless. From that day on my life have completely change. Each day had become more and more dreadful. Going to school was the only good thing that was going right in my life, I could eat, sit and relax for couple of hours. But, then I begin sleeping in class, my teacher notices then sends me to the principal office, when asked “if I wasn’t getting any sleep at home?”, I lied and told her my grandma just passed away and I’m having a really hard time adjusting to the devastating news. At the end of the school day my smile would turn into a frown. Also, when it appears to be getting dark my heart would drop because, knowing that it means walking for hours until I could find an abandoned house to sleep