I was raised in a small town called Joao Pessoa by my grandmother .The town was very small that everyone knew their neighbors and the town. At this time as was single and living in Brazil. We had a very nice house, which I had my own room and I loved it. I had everything in my room. But was a especial place that I like about my room, It was where I keep all of my favorite things, my craft supplies, favorite CD’s, books, magazines, cameras, photos, and my diary. A place to escape when my house was a little crazy and noise. I used to love stay on my room writing on my diary for hours, every day before go to bed, I used to sat down on my desk and writing about my life. I always think about the future. My grandmother was old, almost 65, and I was always worrying what will happen to me after she dies. I grew up with opportunities for intellectual and spiritual growth, secure in the knowledge that I was loved by her. But not from my parents who gave me away. When I was 16, my life changed dramatically in the fall of my sophomore year of high school. My beloved grandmother was dying of cancer. I was forced my view of the world and my sense of responsibility to take a dramatic turn. Each morning before school I went to the hospital where she received chemotherapy to treat the cancer that was destroying her body. After school finished, I went back to the hospital to speed the rest of afternoon with her. Many times I eat at the hospital just to spend more time with her. Because I knew that after she dies everything will change in my life. In the fall of the same year she dies. I was very depressed about my life. I knew that I need to move on, but didn’t know how. Years passed, and I was finished high school. In 1998 was accepted into the nurse school, and the same time studying to be an elementary school teacher. In 2000, after graduate as a teacher, my aunt invited me to come to United of States. That happen 6 months after found the love...
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