Personal Narrative: Moving To Hawaii

The work on the plantations is very exhausting, and I wish I could move back to Shanghai in China. There are other ethnicities here like Japanese, Korean, and Portuguese, but I usually talk with the other Chinese immigrants. Apparently, there is another language called Pidgin that everyone speaks so they can understand each other. How is everyone else doing over the past 10 years that I have been gone? I hope everything has been fine back in China.

I think that moving to Hawaii has been the biggest mistake that I have ever made, and I regret all of my horrible choices on that day. The workers gave me a paper with some foreign language that I couldn’t read, but I signed it anyways, eager to move to Hawaii. They had promised me a nice house to live in, but it has an acrid smell and is full of pests like rats, cockroaches, and termites. I thought I could’ve moved back home wealthy, but the pay is horrible. It’s almost my 11th year here, and I just paid back the manager for my trip here. I expected Hawaii to be like paradise, but now I realize that it’s the complete opposite of paradise, so I hope that I can move back soon.
The luna (similar to cops) are strict, and if someone stops working for just a minute, the luna will whack them with a whip. Although the house I’m living in is decently big, I have to share it with 4 other workers. The house gets dirty easily, so we have to clean it twice a week. I do not have a family, nor a wife yet because since last year, there has been a decrease in picture brides. When I’m on my break and not working, I would usually be napping or sitting down and taking a