On Immigration:

People are striving for their life. They don’t know what will happen in their life. Immigrant people don’t have any inspiration to help them. Immigrant people don’t have the support to do something, and they don’t have the confidence about what will happen tomorrow. Immigrants don’t have anyone to mingle with; all they know is that they are different from other people. Immigrants don’t have the courage to talk about problems with people. Please help immigrants who need help, who don’t have anything in their life. Many immigrants don’t have anyone to support them, so they need your help. They don’t have a place to sleep, food to eat, and their children don’t have education; so please people, help immigrants.

Autobiographical Writing:

My Past Life

I am from Liberia. Liberia is a beautiful place, the place my dad took me. It was the best place I have ever seen in my life. It smells like roses; it looks like gold. But the problem with my Liberia is the people like to fight a lot. They bring people together, and they start fighting, or sometimes they can be fighting for a president.

When I was young, it was hard to lose a father you really love. I saw my mom crying for more food for an hour because she didn’t know how to get food for us to eat.

When I was little, I ate only rice with no soup. I felt bad, because I didn’t want to see my mom being sad all day. It was hard for my mom to have money for food. My mom had to sell her clothes, and she had to let us go away. My family didn’t have a place to live.

I had to sell fish, cookies, and bags of water on the street to have a little bit of money for school. I was a good student in school, but the problem is I didn’t have money to pay for my school exams, so I didn’t take my tests. I studied so hard for my tests, and studied more to be a good student. I thought I was going to go to school again but I was wrong; I just studied for nothing. I was looking at people going to school. I was the saddest person in the world.

My dad told my mom he was going to go to Liberia to find us some money. He went and was there for a month. My dad went with my older brother. I asked him if I could go with them. My father said no, be with your mom and little brother because you are older, so you have to be with her.

The next month the war started and we didn’t hear about them again. People were dying; they were killing children and parents. I was so scared. I didn’t want to lose my only father who I will always love. I will never have a father like my father. I always listen to my parents to tell me the right thing.

Who Am I Now?

Now I have a friend who can listen to my problems, who can understand me. She can be with me all the time. She makes me happy, because if I just sit by myself I can be thinking about what happened in my country and why my dad left. I met my friend in the U.S. I was friends with her for a year; when my mom saw my friend, she told me she was my cousin. I was so happy to have a wonderful cousin. I didn’t know she was my cousin.

Sometimes I feel like I am free, but I am not. It is not true, because people told me it’s going to be free if I come to the U.S. They gave us food stamps but it only lasted for two years. My mom talked to them about the food stamps. They said she is working so she can try to buy food.

Now is not easy. I am trying to help my mom to pay the rent for the house, so I have to work hard. I have to go to school to be someone good, so I will not be like my mom. I mean it is hard for her to have money, so I don’t want to be like that.

I still think about my father because if I see children with their parents it makes me cry. My mom still thinks about her children in Liberia.

I am working on my education. I see it is getting hard for me now; I have to study hard so I can finish high school. I think I am trying to do my best. It is hard for me to do things, because I can be thinking about what is happening in my country. I don’t know what to do. People give me clothes to wear but I am not worried about clothes.

Happy Family

I will be happy in the future, so, so happy. I want to go to college and be a doctor or a model. I will go get my father and brother in Liberia, so we can live together. I want to live in the U.S. in a very big house. I want to have dogs and four children. I will get married with someone I can be with. I will work hard to make my family happy. I will make my children go to school. I will love to have my children’s pictures in our house, a lot of them.

I will help children and poor people to feel better about their life. I want to give money to people who don’t have any family, and people, and children who don’t have food. I want to help people because I don’t want to see children who don’t have parents suffer. I will build a big house for children who don’t have a place to live.

I will make my family proud of me. I feel like I will be the happiest person in the world. I will not let my children be the way I was in the past. My mom will be happy; I will help her not think about the past by giving her what she wants in her life. If she wants money, she will have it; free food, she will have it; anything she wants, she can have it. I love my mom so much. I will not let her suffer a lot. My mom will be happy, and she will be with my father and with all the children she had.