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My Life in My Homeland
I am not from America. I am from a small island in Korea called 홍도, or Hongdo. My family is the only one that lives there because of how small the island is. My family consists of my umma, oppa, and me. My little sister died from a horable disease very common in Korea. We have a very hard time ajusting to our tragity, but we have bigger problems. My oppa went to the demon land or what the white people call America. He got hanged because my oppa was "different". I came to America or revenge. -
My Start to America
I am so afriad, so so afraid. Are they going to hang me once I get off the boat? Are they going to force me to go back to my home by gunpoint? All these terrible things are able to happen. I looked around at Angel Island. I also would have to pass these medical and legal exams to be able to go to the REAL America. I notice all of the Americans are looking at me funny. Is there a reason to this? Am I really not that wanted here? How am I going to be able to fit in? -
What Did I Do Wrong?
It has only been a few month since I have moved here, but how do people get through it? I wished to myself that oppa was here to help me through all this. Then I remembered what I was really here for, revenge on oppa's death. I wanted to do something about it, but I didn't know what to do. Interupting my train of thought, some American just started yelling at me for standing too close to him. I thought that was just rude, but just ignored him. Then, he started to beat me up. Just what did I do? -
Election Day
I have gotten past that day when I got beaten. Now, it is just the election I have to worry about. I have thought it out very clearly but I am still not sure of who to vote for. Hopefully, I will be able to decide before I get in the box. I suddenly loose my train of thought when this person tapped me on tapped me on the back. I turned around and there was this woman that said "You dropped your money." I got my money from her, thanked her, and introduced myself. I knew a friendship was here. -
My New Life
My start to America was not easy, but I was able to get through it. I was able to get married, Won, and have three kids, Gori, Gauri, and Goryeo. I got a job at a factory for sewing clothes and was able to feed and dress my family to make sure they had a healthy lifestyle. Everyone saw what horrible things they were doing to me, so they were able to stop. I am now happy in America. It turns out, the Americans saw me and knew my father, so they said sorry. That was nice. Now I am able to be free. -
The End
I was going to write about how I died but I didn't die yet, and if I did die then I would not be able to write about it. So I wrote before I died so I was able to say my final words. I love all my family and friends, and I just want the best for my kids and want everyone to grow up strong and not take no for an answer.
