Life as an immigrant is not as simple as numerous people imagine. Countless times, we were bullied and belittled. I was born on August fourth, 1998, in a compact kingdom known as Thailand. Struggled to provide for the family and wanting the best for their only child’s future, my parents decided that it’s best for our family to migrant to the United States of America. Leaving my family behind, my father was the first to move to America. With perseverance, he gathered enough money to buy us a home. My family later reunited again in December of 2008. I started school here in America around the end of third grade. It was very difficult for me to try and learn a brand new language. With very little knowledge of the language itself and the background
