Personal Narrative: My Migration To Miami

I am originally from Haiti I came to the Miami on July 22 1998, I was only six years old. Coming to the Miami has a young child, my thoughts were I’m coming to paradise, no tree just beautiful light and highways. My mom had signed papers for my step mom, so I came with my stepmom and my two year old little brother. Has a young child coming to a new place, although in my thought I was coming to a new world, I was curious and full of life. I didn’t know what to expect, has I step out of the airport this will be my new home, I left a lot of my friends behind, am I going to fit in, am I going to make new friends, those was some of the questions I was asking myself and worried about. Then again, I was only six years old, those questions was soon …show more content…
My dad came and got us from the airport, from my expectations driving out of the airport, I remember seeing the lights, but they were not having beautiful has I expected them to be, I saw trees thinking they were no trees in Miami. I started asking myself what other disappointment is coming my way, My dad was not answering my questions all he was doing was talking to my step mom about how hard living is in Miami. I remember him, saying sometimes we didn’t sleep going from one job to another, all I wanted to know was what is so good about Miami and why was I removed from home to come here. When I got to my new house, my dad showed me my room, it was designed in pink I had a Barbie sheet on my bed with a white dresser, I instantly jumped on the bed and hugged my dad and said think you daddy it look nice I love it, he hugged me back and said I have a surprise for you. My dad had a family friend that had a daughter around my age and I also had a neighbor that had a little girl same age has me. We use to play outside and my dad friend's daughter stayed couple blocks from my house. She use to come sleep over, we would have sleepovers, and she would mostly sleep at my house because she did not have her own