It’s a world of wonder; everyone stared at me with questioning eyes as if I was an Alien
from outer space. I was as curious as they were; this new place was completely out of mine.
imagination. I looked around attempting to find someone that had a similar face with me. But I
failed. According to my master, I was one of the only two Asians at our school. All alone in a brand new world with no one I knew or I was familiar with, I felt disappointed and frustrated.
It was my first day in the U.S.
Few weeks passed. After school, I sat down next to the window, and a rain seemed to be
imminent.
I called my friend in China. I excitedly talked to her about the McDonalds’ and the delicious chocolate chips. For a minute, my sadness seemed to fade away. But it soon came back with a greater scale.
“How is the school? Did you make new friends?” She asked.

“Um…School is fine…”I paused for a while and said , “Everyone seemed nice…” My
voice waned notably. I choked with words. It was late at night in China; we hung up the phone. The room became quiet again. Tears dropped from my eyes, silently and non-stop.
And the rain finally began to pour.
Suddenly a flash light coming through the window hurt my eyes. It was my dad coming back from work. As he prepared for dinner, he handed me a mail. “Read it and see what it means”
I read it casually and responded impatiently, “How am I supposed to know?”
“What? You should know these things, now that you are going to a school in America.”
My dad was in a rage.
“But I have just been here for a mouth!” I felt unjust, and I chose to ignore him. He did.
not understand anything. He did not know how difficult it was for me to catch up school.
work, and how lonely I was. I complained about my parents in my mind for a thousand times.
And I could not fall into sleep that night. I woke up at midnight to go to the bathroom. As I walked through the hallway, I heard my dad’s voice.
“I almost fell asleep when I was driving home. I was so tried moving the heavy boxes off of the trucks all day long.”
“Yeah, but at least our daughter can graduate from college and get a good job. She must be struggling with this new environment right now, but hopefully it will benefit her in the
future.” My mom whispered to my dad.
Suddenly, I felt so guilty. My parents had good jobs as a registered nurse and an office clerk in China. Now they are both working in service industries. I realized how much my parents sacrificed for me and my future. But all I have done was complaining. I needed to change. I could not be as childish as I used to be.
8 years pass I moved in New York City, a culture melting pot. Right now, I am at my last semester to be graduate, I am one step closer to my America dream. Internship let me getting professional experience and apply what I learn from these four years. And I also worked part time after school to earn my own allowance. Most importantly, I opened up my mind for more
diverse cultures and now I have too many friends to keep myself lonely.
Time flies and life changes, today makes a new version of me. And every day, I evolve to be more independent, motivated and hard working.