Personal Narrative: The Disappearance Of My Family

The disappearance of my dad changed everything. It all started with a phone call. The message, echoing in my ear like a gunshot, was clear: my dad will move to China without us. At the time my father did not tell me the exact reason for his departure, but I read recently in a magazine that he was escaping from a group of lobbying businessmen, or more specifically, a group of gangsters. He was gone for a year, and, my seemingly perfect life was completely destroyed. At least I thought that was the case just after my dad left us.The group of men who took my dad away from my family was not only after my dad, but they were also after my family. For safety issue, my entire family was forced out from the tranquil life that we used to have. The change in my life was so big that I thought I would never live through this transition.
The biggest change was my enrollment in a Korean school for my safety. I entered an entirely new school system to which I was unaccustomed. I came from a small international
I realized that while being quiet and smart could be appreciated at a small international school, I would hardly be noticed in this new community of thousands of students. I needed to learn Korean and become more social in order to survive in both my new school and my new community.
I approached my teacher and asked for help to improve my language skills. My teacher offered to let me switch into the first grade Korean class instead of my current class, which I couldn’t even understand. While at first I was repulsed by the idea, I knew that despite how humiliating the lower class seemed, it was something necessary. As a result, I began learning the basics of Korean in a course with my brother who is four years younger than me. I slowly but surely began to not only improve my fluency but also become more comfortable conversing with my