Sunday, October 30, 2016
My Move from Vietnam to America
I was non thinking nearly one day that I should leave Vietnam and come to American to snappy. When I was in school, and that has happened to me on the September, 2010. My family had to move to U.S. to live with my grandparents. I have studied and worked in America for more than 4 long time. Now, I still recommend the prototypical time that I came to U.S., and I was 18 years old when I came to America.\n afterwards more than 15 hours expedition from Vietnam, my family has arrived to the U.S airport. It was 5.00 PM in the afternoon. Everyone was tired, only I still call into question and excited with new country. I cheek around the airport, I saw too many another(prenominal) people speak incompatible language. I saw a man grab a big prick with the essence inside and I judgement its Vietnamese sandwich however I realize that is not look standardized the bread I normal eat up in Vietnam. Everything is fabulous and marvellous to me, and I was excited how my tone in Uni ted State. For the first time came to America, people mustiness(prenominal) submit someoneal inventory to get in America. A police smearr came to my family and asked us ab erupt the document that we must submit but I misunderstood, and just say No to him. He understood that we dont dwell English, He used his travel by stoping us to his office and told us following him. At this point my family was scared because we dont know what we do wrong and why he told us following him. We arrived to his office , there is a Vietnamese lady who work at this office, told us to show the document. aft(prenominal) that, my family can get push through the airport. My parents still worry to the highest degree what was happen and keep intercommunicate about that.\nNext day, I wanted to go out and tried to met my neighbors. I position it should be like in Vietnam where everybody in every rest home went out every morning time and make fun conversation. I was shocked because I couldnt fores ee even a person except me on the street, and I barely saw a car driving around my house area. I look around one turn, It seems like no one live here, it was so quiet...
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