My American story started when…
My American story started when The first job I ever had was working in the lunchroom at a school. The lunchroom was full of kids talking and eating. The thing I loved most about this job was helping people. One day, some kids who were eating lunch asked me for help opening their fruit cups and milk cartons, which was part of my job. I was standing by the lunch table, when I realized the kids I was helping were laughing. Then I realized. They were laughing at me. I ran back to the kitchen and burst out crying. Back home, I sat on my bed and my mom sat next to me while I sobbed. Sometimes our biggest sorrows are our greatest triumphs. Please see the rest of the story. and
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