The move from Bangladesh to Canada was not as delightful as my father had prayed it to be. There was no light at the end of the tunnel for my family. Abandoning an entire culture that my family and I was accustomed to and adapting to a new one, leaving our loved ones behind for our own happiness and leaving everything we had behind to live a life filled with bliss, was not everything that it was cut out to be. Upon our arrival only tragedies followed one after another. Our lives, especially Baba’s became a series of unfortunate events, which just never had a stop to it. We resided in a small apartment that had no heating and basically froze ourselves in the cold. A week later my mother fell very ill and was hospitalized. My father was a full
