Personal Narrative: My Contribution Of My Family Migration To America

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It was in the late 1980’s that the first of my family immigrated to America. Like most immigrants, they came to this country in search of a better life than the one they left behind. I admire my parents for having the courage to come to this country and start over from zero. For most of their lives, my parents worked in the fields picking fruit. It is a physically demanding job that pays very little. My parents have always been hard working individuals, and have passed this trait on to their children. They taught me to work hard for the things I want and to value the things I have. From a young age, I worked with close relatives at the business they owned. It was after I started working that I truly understood what it meant to earn things in

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