After immigrating to the United States, with virtually no English skills, I was lonely. I recall trying to talk with girls at school and not even being able to share the simplest of stories with them. My every attempt to build friendships failed. As a social person, who is invigorated by conversation, this was crushing.
I could not even share similar experiences with them due to the financial struggles my immigrant family faced. Going to the movies or special trips were luxuries to me, and I could not afford, since my family’s finances were consumed by my mother’s medical bills. She was so sick that I was constantly worried about her survival, and working was out of the question for her. This dire situation was exacerbated my father’s deep
I could not even share similar experiences with them due to the financial struggles my immigrant family faced. Going to the movies or special trips were luxuries to me, and I could not afford, since my family’s finances were consumed by my mother’s medical bills. She was so sick that I was constantly worried about her survival, and working was out of the question for her. This dire situation was exacerbated my father’s deep