It was back on August 24, 1995 at 9; 07 am when I brought into this world by Maria White-Dumas and Stanley. Their first born child then a minute later my twin popped out. Since that day I have been here in Atlanta, GA where I reside at 1978 Phillips Drive. There on my parents have made two additions to our family; my 15 year old brother Jahmal and my 12 year old brother Chris. I can honestly say my family is the greatest thing in the world. My mom is a Purchasing Agent for United Distributors, and my dad is an ISS teacher at King Middle School and South Atlanta High School’s Head Baseball and Softball coach. And with a family of all boys and crazy different personalities I have much respect for my parents for continuing to love us and put up with us. Then you have to move on……
I never knew my mother. She died when I was an infant. My stepmother never missed an occasion to tell me that it was my fault that she died. Father never said as much, but he did not speak of her much either. I learned never to ask him regarding her.…
Growing up I never understood why my sister and I were so different, at least in my dad’s eyes. The most painful thing was I knew that he loved my sister more than me. When I was bad I got a beating; when my sister was bad, I still got a beating. My mom would always be there to save me even though she knew it would cause a huge fight with my dad. Fortunately my mom was a smart woman and she divorced my dad.…
I was raised by my father since the age of 3. I had only seen her once or twice since she left, but I still somehow cared about her. I was on my way to the Sacator household when a good friend of mine ran up to me saying there was an issue with my mother.…
I remember the day the Soviet Union had occupied our country when I was eleven years old. , When our small little house was no longer happy, I felt as if my heart had perished. But, the Soviet Union had to be one of the worst things that happened to the town. I felt as if I didn’t know anyone in that town anymore. It all ended when Germany invaded, and, being deported from home made me feel as if our family had been broken apart, like we had just left father for good.…
siblings, loving mother and in the matter of a couple of years everything you had was stripped…
By the time I reached 10th grade, my mother was able to earn enough money to process our documents for applying in the Canadian embassy. It was a long wait, I remember. A few years went by after we processed the documents, we finally received a letter announcing the approval of our Canadian Visa; it was the best moment of all. But the greatest moment for me and my sister we’ll never forget was the moment we walked out in the arrival area of the airport and seeing our mother for the very first time after thirteen years apart. There were tears smiles hugs and kisses; our life was about to…
I woke up to the sound of cheers and rejoicing voices. Out of curiosity, I threw on my robe and ran down the stairs as fast as I could. As I opened the door, everywhere was crowded with people mafficking down the street. I tried associating with people passing by, but it was no use. I was unable to hear over the loud noises. Closing the door shut, with haste I walked towards the living room. Where I found my husband hovering over the radio. For several minutes, we waited anxiously, desperate for any answers. Finally, we were informed “ After three years of waiting, it was announced to the public outside of the building where the final conference was held. That today, we are proud to call ourselves Canadians.” I could feel the excitement rush through my body. I was jumping with glee, today is going to be a hog-killin…
My parents got divorced in 2008. I was 9. At the time it didn’t bother me, for some reason I was the only one who didn’t cry. I stayed with my mother, and my father would leave San Diego and go back to live in Arkansas where he was born and raised. After he left, I questioned “ What caused my Dad to go back home? What is so good over there?”…
I have an important moment in my life that is really huge, is synonymous of change and progress. My family and I decided to turn our life in other way and five years ago we start to plan our coming to this country. The years went and we had to realize that we would be far away of our native country, out family, our manners and our language. This was is significant in my life because we were up follow all the wishes and plans that we had and we want to meet in my future. Coming to Canada showed me a lot of opportunities that I have here and all the rights that are granted as a persons. In Colombia I did finish my high school but I decided to come to the school…
Founded in 1867, Canada is a country formed by the merging of Anglophone and Francophone territories in the New World. In addition to the English and French, the Native American tribes all over Canada (such as the Metis, Ojibway, Cree, Iroquois…) were a key part in the formation of the country we call home, Canada (If you identify as a Canadian). Canada has a vast amount of habitable land yet it has a very minuscule population in comparison. Therefore, in order to utilize the large amount of land available, immigration was introduced. Immigration has been very successful in fact about 18.07 Million people have immigrated to Canada since 1867 up until 2013 (to put into perspective, the population of Canada in 2013 was 35.16 million!). For the…
I grew up in Vietnam and accepted Vietnam education during my childhood. It was July 19, 2011 when my parents had the opportunity to come to America as immigrants. I have great appreciation for my grandparents and parents because they gave up everything to come to America. They did this to give their children a better life and education. I still remember the day that I left my country; it was a beautiful memory that I won’t ever forget. The plane took off at 5:00 am, so we had to arrive at the airport at 3:00 am. All of my family was there with us, we were hugging and crying. It took all my strength and courage to keep from crying that day; I had to control my feelings. I couldn’t cry because if I cried it would’ve been too hard to say goodbye. Finally, I couldn’t control my tears; they raced down…
When I was seven years old, my father left me and my family to pursue a new future in the United states. He wanted to give his family opportunities he never had. The days soon became months and the months became years. During this time my family was getting ready for another vast transformation that brought us to America.…
I remember I sometimes hated leaving my mom and dad. I wished I could be with both of them at the same time. Me and my sisters lived in a new house in Everett, with our then new Step dad, Mom, and baby sister Meghan. Whenever we went over to my dads, there was always something my parents were fighting about, whether it involved us or not, we would always get an earful from both of them. This point of their separation really affected me the most. I didn’t realize until I got older that we should have never been exposed to that part of their lives, considering how young we were. Another part of their divorce was dealing with a step dad I’ve never been fond of, and neither were my sisters. It was somewhat of a culture shock, him growing up in Mexico, and for us, as we began living with a guy who wasn’t even our dad. I would always ask my mom why she couldn’t have married someone else. Someone we liked. My step dad was the type of guy who only cared about his “real” children, not us. It became a constant struggle for attention from my Mom. When we were young, my sister and I were treated like maids around the house when my step dad was around. He is honestly one of the main reasons why the divorce was so heartbreaking for me and my siblings. I feel as if my mom had married someone who supported her and loved her unconditionally; it would have made more of a positive impact during this hard time in our…
Furthermore, after hearing that I would get to live with my parents in America, I could not imagine how happy I felt that day. In all that came a dilemma, since an under age child can not travel by himself I needed a guardian to go with me. My aunt solved the problem when she called my grandparents and told them that she would take me with her to the US. Since I did not know my aunt and had never met her before it made an awkward situation for me to go with her, but my grandparents explained, “That she does not live in India, she came from the USA to visit her family in India and now she is heading back, so she is offered to take you with her.” The following week we departed for America. At first it felt kind of hard for me to abandon the place where my life began, but i for my own welfare I got to go to America for a better lifestyle.…