Personal Narrative: My Dad

Washington 1983 was the year my dad came to America. He was 17 years old and had little money with him when he came. My dad came to have a fresh start at life. They were a total family of seven and lived in a small house in India. My dad is the smallest in his family there are four older than him, two sisters and two brothers. They live in a small village called Talwan. It’s were many poor people live.
We have farmland were my grandpa would grow crops and sell them to make money, but the money that came from there was not enough to pay for food, school fees, daily household equipment etc. Which is one of the reasons why my dad had to drop out of school. One of the brothers never even attended school so he would take care of the farm for grandpa. My grandpa and grandma both got old and
He has lived in several countries/ states before Washington like Germany, Italy, Turkey, Australia, New York, Texas etc. He has also had various jobs like being a waiter, working in a factory, on a ship, in a grocery store etc. When my dad newly came to New York, he would live with one of best friends in an apartment. They shared expensive together and sometimes he would buy food or sometimes my dad would buy food for them. They worked as a team until his best friend moved to California and my dad moved to Washington.
My dad started working at 7 – eleven and he lived in an apartment here. The 7 – eleven that my dad worked at payed him well so he had a good life style here for starters. Once my dad stayed here for a while and got settled he got a phone call from his mom from India saying “Come back home I found a girl for you to marry” my dad said okay and he flew back to India. That’s where my dad met my mom. After a while, they got to know each other they got married and after that, they lived in India for about three months and then flew back to Washington. After that, my mom and dad started working at 7 – eleven