Personal Narrative: My Experience Of Moving To The United States
Intro: Moving to the United States about four years ago from the Iran wasn’t easy; I had in front of me, I had to leave all my friends, family and especially my mother, a new language, a new culture, and a new beginning. For the greater part of my life, it has always been my father and myself. My mother died in the summer of my freshman year and my sister moved back to Iran, due to lack of interest in here.
My father brought me and my sister brought us here with his marriage to a woman, before arriving, we knew her and she seemed very nice, but after coming here, she changed and it made us to escape from there.
3) We lived in Motel for a month, I remember we had a gas and pot to cook food and a rice cooker. Sometimes my father told us that
he was not hungry, but I could have understand that he wanted to give us food, because sometimes it wasn’t enough.
My father brought me and my sister brought us here with his marriage to a woman, before arriving, we knew her and she seemed very nice, but after coming here, she changed and it made us to escape from there.
3) We lived in Motel for a month, I remember we had a gas and pot to cook food and a rice cooker. Sometimes my father told us that
he was not hungry, but I could have understand that he wanted to give us food, because sometimes it wasn’t enough.