I was born in the countryside of China, in a place with mountains and no roads.

It was in a safe neighborhood, and everyone was like family. Doors were never closed. I played with my friends all day and I felt safe where I lived.

It was a poor village, but everyone shared everything. Everyone had free time that they can waste easily.

I only go to school for eight years. No one bothered me about getting more education.

When I came to America, I was twenty-one years old. I was excited to come to America where the sky was so blue and the air was so fresh, but I had a hard time with English. After I marry my husband, education became more important.

image2.jpegAfter my first baby was born, I had so much responsibility.  I did not feel independent. Sometimes, I felt unsafe with so many responsibilities. I can’t drive. I feel like I can’t take care of this baby very well.

I felt helpless. I had depression. I was homesick for China and for my simple childhood.

Luckily, I had help from many people who care for me. My husband’s parent’s helped me learn to drive. They brought me to English classes.

I am a student now, part-time. I am with the children in the day. My husband helps when he can, when I go to class. I study to do nursing, but English is the hardest thing I have studied.

When I speak English, I have to think about how to organize my thoughts and my sentences at the same time. I read very slowly, trying to understand my school work.

Here there is always a chance to study. But not in China.

Here I can study nursing and make money and have a good job.

I have to do this. For myself and for my children.

Someday, I want to do things easily, the way I did them in China. I want to feel the same here, as I did in China.

One Comment Add yours

  1. Bill says:

    Thank you for your story. I am happy that you are here. I hope that you get more comfortable.


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