My American story started when…
My American story started when my family arrived in the United States in November of 1960. It was a turbulent time for us, a new world, a new language and a new culture to a adapt our life to. As a child it was frightning, comming to a new place and loosing all you had and starting all over. I never understood it until i grew up and would ask my father about who we were and how and why I was here. My father and mother spoke little of how and when we came here, I just knew it was not my land. School was not easy for me and my sister, we had to learn a new language and adapt to a new culture in the town we lived in. So it began a new life and a new "American Experience and Portrait" to our life.
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