Reflective Essay: My Experience Of Moving To America

I still remember when I used tell my mom“ I have no face while all my friends do”, it was to explain the defined facial structures Americans and other foreigner’s possessed, but not me. I still remember when I used to practice rolling of R’s and L sounds before going sleep, and crying, while thinking about my grandma back in Korea. From appearance to language and many other aspects of changes, every single moment endured to be vital because it reflected my progress in which I overcame. Being the first generation in moving to America, I once had a sense of being used as the “tester”, since my parents who were there to guide and inform me from their experience couldn’t fulfill that achievement in their new American life as well. Thus, I ended