Personal Narrative: Moving To A New Culture

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Is a lot more challenging when you come from a different country. Adopting to a new culture and their ways of living was a lot more harder than what I expected it. Growing up I thought everything was easy until I became a young lady and I understood what it was for my mom to leave me at age 1 with my grandparents for her to make her way to the USA to start a new way of life. I immediately knew her intentions ,I knew she had sacrificed everything back home just for me and our family.

Starting a new life in a place you don’t know nothing about is very scary. How would you feel, coming to a country by yourself and starting all over with no support from nobody? Well that’s how my mom felt, very scared and lonely. Everything started like a regular
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I can’t imagine any other happier moment in my moms life than to have her daughter here with her for the first time after 6 years of not seeing her. My mom gave me everything possible, she was a single strong proud mom. Little by little we were able to afford an apartment, she put me in school while she worked very hard during the day,after school I remember she would rush to school to go drop me off at a daycare so that she would be able to go to her next job. Coming home everyday at 12 midnight to have to wake up at 5am to get me ready and walk me to school was very draining don’t you think.? Well that’s how it was for a while, but remember what I said when you want something you push for it and those were sacrifices we had to make in order to get a step closer to a better life. Everyday was challenging , but as long as My mom and I were together nothing was impossible..

Fast forward to the year I was able to start working. An accomplishment I felt very happy about, I always dreamed of getting a job and qqhelping my mom with everything. I was beginning high school when I landed my first job, I remember how nerve wrecking it was to start something you’ve never done before. Under the table jobs were the best I thought , you could get cash money without getting taxed for it . I loved bringing home money and helping my mom . To make her proud was and is what makes me happy in

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