Saturday, June 1, 2019

My Story :: Personal Narrative

As I start this assignment, I really dont know what to write. Should I begin with how I was born and rise up in a country that is far away from American? Maybe talking a little endorsement about my background will help my classmates get to know who I am, and that is the least thing I can do now. I was born in Saigon City, Vietnam, a country located in Southeast Asia, within a big family. My proves have five elder brothers, two sisters before they have me. I had problems after my birth a little disorder (nothing serious) in my brain caused me some troubles and worry to my parents. It took three years to be cured through continuos see to it to my doctor in Saigon City. Those days were really difficult not only for my parents and me, but also for the whole family too because I was submitted to terrible exams according to my age. My family aspect that I wouldnt be able to grow up like other normal kids. However, with the praise of every member in my family, I was wakeless after al l. By the time I was ready for kindergarten, my two elder brothers allowed to come to the United States to study aboard. This was a big change in my family because my parent wanted to save money for my brothers education. Therefore, they sold our house and asked my two elders sister to help them with our family business instead of going to college. The clearest thing I remember about this issue was my sisters not happy with this decision. However, in my country, the idea of women with high education isnt expected as compare to men. Therefore, I find it is the tradition that effects my parent to decide this way. As for me, I continue to grow through school and the love of my parent. In the school I exhausted wonderful times with my friends. I used to participate with my group in moms day every year dancing. At the same time, I also started to go to my ballet classes. First my mother sent me because she wanted, and when she decided to put me out of my classes I asked her not to do t hat. According to my mother, I straggle everything to go to my ballet classes, and never I refused to go.

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