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My First Day When I Came To America
I learned from a young age that life is tough and it’s not a given. Coming to the United States from Gambia in 2005 on a cold winter day this country was nothing like what I had expected. It is assumed by all Gambians that America is the Holy Grail but that is not accurate. From my first day I have had to go through hardships to fit in. My accent was very thick. My teeth were out of place and the kids at school didn’t hesitate to comment on it. I consider these hardships as something that many people go through but the defining moment in my life was when my parents got divorced. Coming from a Gambia divorce was nonexistent. It was something that never happened and has shaped who I am now. Since the first day I came to America I could tell my
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