Process of Being an Immigrant

Process of Being an Immigrant

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  • We are moving to the United States
  • This is a story talking about my family coming to the United States of American. My roots originated in Southern China, Kwang Tung to be exact. My dad, who I talked to, grew up during Mao Zedong's reign. He was also the youngest child in the family.
  • While my dad was living in China for a couple of years; my family decided to move to the United States. They believed there were a lot of opportunities in the free world. As well as believing living in the United States will give them a better life. My father and his family were the second group of people to arrive.
  • Welcome to New York
  • The choice to leave China was an easy choice, as my dad said. My family wanted to live a better life and look for more opportunities in the United States. I can understand why my family left China and how it was an easy choice. Living under a suppressive government is not a great way to live, always look for opportunities. 
  • The process was long and complicated; a family member, the first person to arrive in the United States, helped my dad and other people in my family. They had to fill out a lot of paperwork and answer questions, for example, does the person have enough money to support you. After the paperwork was done, my dad waited twelve years for his citizenship. After that, he and his family flew to the U.S. by plane.
  • My family came to New York City because of that one family member, who helped with the application process was living in New York City. She was the only person who can support the family at that time. During the application process, the workers had to check her income to see if she is eligible to support the family. It is difficult to live in a new country by yourself with no support, my dad was lucky to have help. 
  • My family did not speak English and did not plan to learn the language, except for my dad. While living in New York City; my dad went to Seward Park High school. It was difficult to learn because it was not his first langauge. In the end, he worked hard by going to night school and summer school to make up credits to graduate. Today he can speak English and understand the language but not a lot. 
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