How Did Michael Jackson Change My Life

The day that Michael Jackson died my world changed completely, and not because the king of Pop died, but because I migrated to the United States of America. To many immigrants the experience is very similar. For instance, parents have to start from the beginning without knowing the language, work two to three jobs, and make sure to be present for their children. Similarly, older children work hard in school and try to learn the language to help their parents. I like to describe my experience as having had two lives in only one lifetime because once my feet landed in Georgia I was reborn. I had to learn the language to do well in school, get accustomed to the new culture and lifestyle, and go through a traumatic lost all in my first year of my new life.
Learning the language when migrating to another country is key. I can still remember the first day of fourth grade clearly. Like many non-English speaker kids in dekalb, I had to attend the International Center to learn English. Unfortunately, I did not go the first day so I had to stay in school and I hated it. As a 9-year-old I was so frustrated that the teacher’s words sounded like jibberish to me. My teacher mouthed words towards me and I sat paralyzed because I had no idea what she had said and some of the kids laughed because I could not comprehend. A
We all had to make sacrifices. For instance, although my parents are divorced, my father was twenty to thirty minutes away as opposed to eight hours by plane. In addition, the first apartment I lived in the US, was separated by gender. Seven out of nine were females and we had to share a bedroom, a bathroom, and a closet. While the other two men had their own restroom, bedroom, and closet. In the end, having to live crowded together, my family became very close and I understood that family was very