On November 11, 2005, I was smiling as my plane soared 40,000 feet up in the air. At the time, I was filled with dreams of life in America. I aspired to prove myself to this nation for giving me the opportunity to become one of its residents.
A wide grin took over my face the first time I entered our apartment. Although it was a modest, single room residence, it was ours nonetheless. Without beds or furniture, we managed to make do with piles of worn blankets and pillows. But every night I fell asleep smiling, a curve that sets everything straight.
My first day of public school, I put on a beaming smile, hopeful that the other kids would see my genial intentions. When they came and asked me questions that I couldn’t understand/comprehend, I responded the only I knew how — with a huge grin. Although some kids laughed at me because I could not understand them, I hoped that my amiable smile told them enough. …show more content…
I was worried about how my dad would provide for his family of six and whether he would take another night shift. I wanted to work after school to alleviate some of his burdens, but my father would not let me; he said, "Concentrate on your schoolwork. Work hard so you won't have to work like