Hope
I was born April 17 1998 in Jamaica, my family and I grew up in the islands. At the time we didn’t have the best house, government, healthcare and education. But what we did have was hope, we had to strive to live a better life to become something great. We had the persevere and have a deep desire to make it out our tough situation.
I can recall not going to school at times because in Jamaica the school system isn’t free. My family couldn’t afford the cost of living and sending me to school. My mother was a maid and my dad was a handyman. They did the best they could to provide for me and give me the best life I could possibly have. On the other hand, I had my aunt, she would wake me up every morning to keep me productive in daily activities. …show more content…
She was able to join a work program in order to come to United States. She would write letters telling us about her experience both good and bad. She would send money and boxes of food and supplies we’ve never seen before. She later became a citizen and filled for us to come live with her. I always thought it would be a dream to fly in an airplane. The moment I stepped off the plane I was in shock, I’ve never seen this distant land before and it was fascinating. The moment I stepped into a store I couldn’t believe how much food was on the shelves. Me and my family lived in a low income apartment with air-conditioning, it was better than how we lived back home and it was in a safer community. I was able to enroll in the correct grade because I was ahead of my class. My family was able to find work and do the same thing my grandmother had done. We later bought a house of our own and life was going good for once. We weren’t struggling, we didn’t have to live a day wondering where the next meal will come from or who died. The struggle was somewhat over but life will never perfect an I would always think about the people back