Personal Narrative: My Migration To Hawaii
It’s been 10 years since I have moved to Hawaii, I hope you are all doing well in the Philippines. The seasons only seem to be summer. I wished to escape the chaos and I did. Although I have escaped the chaos I have walked right into hell. Work is very hard and the pay is really little. I am barely alive to work another day. I am not sure if I will ever see my dear old brothers, Bob and Joe again. At first hawaii sounded like paradise. I thought that work was going to be easy and the pay was going to be high. I thought it was going to be amazing, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. When I arrived at the plantation and when I started working, I knew my thoughts and expectation was clearly to high for a junk place like this. I work for 12 hours
a day everyday for 6 days a week. After all that work my body is sore all over and I don’t even get paid much after my hard work. The pay was not even close $11 per day unlike the job I had in the Philippines. The house is full of bugs and holes. Last of all, our only source of fun is to watch chicken fights and eat them afterwards.
I try to get along with everyone even though I get paid less than other groups, some workers accept me and others don’t. I have shared the halo halo, my favorite food to the people that did accept me and the ones that didn’t, well they can come but is unwelcomed. I have learned many things too, such as the Japanese which celebrates the dead. And the Chinese who brought fried rice. Fried rice like rice with seasonings such as pepper and salt in it. It taste good but not as good as halo-halo. That you and hope you all are doing well.
a day everyday for 6 days a week. After all that work my body is sore all over and I don’t even get paid much after my hard work. The pay was not even close $11 per day unlike the job I had in the Philippines. The house is full of bugs and holes. Last of all, our only source of fun is to watch chicken fights and eat them afterwards.
I try to get along with everyone even though I get paid less than other groups, some workers accept me and others don’t. I have shared the halo halo, my favorite food to the people that did accept me and the ones that didn’t, well they can come but is unwelcomed. I have learned many things too, such as the Japanese which celebrates the dead. And the Chinese who brought fried rice. Fried rice like rice with seasonings such as pepper and salt in it. It taste good but not as good as halo-halo. That you and hope you all are doing well.