Personal Narrative: My Experience Of Migration To The United States

Coming to the United States in 2001 was a huge challenge my parents and I had to overcome. I was three at the time and I could barely speak my own language, Urdu. Staying in a one-bedroom apartment in Arlington, VA was fine at the time, but it started to get a little less spacious once my younger brother was born. My parents knew we had to move someplace bigger that had more than just one room. So we moved to a three-bedroom townhouse in Falls Church, VA about ten miles from the previous house. Here my youngest brother was born and here was the first time in my life I ever went to school when I was five.
Growing up my parents would take me to the airport just to look at airplanes depart and arrive at the airport and I loved watching them fly