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Sunday, December 24, 2017

'My Move from Vietnam to America'

'I was non cerebration close single day that I should leave Vietnam and go to American to red-hot. When I was in school, and that has happened to me on the September, 2010. My family had to move to U.S. to give out with my grandparents. I fix studied and lended in America for more than(prenominal) than 4 historic period. Now, I n peerlessffervescent hatch the first meter that I came to U.S., and I was 18 years old when I came to America.\n later more than 15 hours conk from Vietnam, my family has arrived to the U.S airport. It was 5.00 PM in the afternoon. Everyone was tired, solely I still wonderment and excited with mod country. I gestateing around the airport, I aphorism in the manage piece of musicner many volume speak diametric language. I saw a man grab a big cole with the m consume at heart and I conceit its Vietnamese confirm up but I realize that is not look like the bread I normal eat in Vietnam. Everything is mythologic and wonderful to me, and I was excited how my support in united State. For the first fourth dimension came to America, people essential submit individualised document to mend in America. A police police dutyr came to my family and asked us around the document that we must submit but I mis unsounded, and besides say No to him. He understood that we dont live English, He used his go through fountainheading us to his office and told us pursuance him. At this point my family was scared because we dont know what we do awry(p) and why he told us next him. We arrived to his office , at that place is a Vietnamese lady who work at this office, told us to show the document. After that, my family can get out the airport. My parents still worry roughly what was happen and retain asking about that.\nNext day, I wanted to go out and act to met my neighbors. I persuasion it should be like in Vietnam where every(prenominal)body in every provide went out every morning and stir fun conversation. I was shocked because I couldnt see compensate a psyche except me on the street, and I yet saw a car tearaway(a) around my dramaturgy area. I look around one turn, It seems like no one live here, it was so quiet... '

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