Personal Narrative: My Journey To Colombia

I came to the United States from Colombia when I was just 3 years old. I was brought into the country of bright opportunities because like every other parent, my mother and father wanted what was best for me. My mother had to give up her dream job in Colombia, which was being an accountant for an essentially important company, in order to facilitate my well-being and open up the doors for my future. As the years progressed, I began to acquire both languages, English and Spanish, but there was a point where I became tongue tied and had to assist in speech therapy. My parents would talk to me in Spanish at home but in school all I would hear was English, my mind was extremely confused to the point that I made my own language by using both tongues in one sentence.
I began to appreciate the enormous transition my parents made by coming to the United States. I realized that this country is full of incredible opportunities that I could succeed in and possibly make a difference in people’s lives, and advice those who need to be helped. When I went back to visit Colombia I experienced one unique special occasion that I could never possibly forget. I was just seven years old when I witnessed the most horrendous