To invite my parents to visit us was a tedious and tough job. After a few months we moved into our own place, I prepared all documents for them to apply entrance visas to America. My financial affidavit, our visas, my income paper, and bank statements along with an invitation I drafted, I send all of those to Shanghai as a registries letter. Then a long waiting game began. To get a visa to enter the States wasn't a sure matter. More than 2/3 applicants were rejected for various reasons – no sufficient financial support, or the time the sponsor had not lived in the States long enough, a hint of immigration attempt, all could be a reason to deny to come. Waiting in a long snake-like line was a necessary step to take, and my parents had to endure. …show more content…
It was just after 1992 New Year. The mild Southern California weather could cheer up for my folks from freezing and damp winter in Shanghai. Mom had several chronicle illness, including high blood pressure, emphysema and stomach ulcer. I had worrisome if she could take such a hush journey. As usual, she took it lightly. “Mingming,” she wrote in her letter, “I am looking forward to traveling to America. It has been six years since last time I had seen the kids and you. I miss you so much and hope before my death curse from the king of hell, I will be able to spend some time with you.” We had communicated with letters. Six years was a long time for an old lady. I couldn't imagine how painful my mother must have felt. I blamed myself being not filial plenty. My situation didn't have much flexibility. The reason I didn't visit my parents was it could jeopardize my return back to the States because a re-enter visa wasn't guaranteed. Buried into my responsibility to my children and my job, I had not realized that I left my mother for so long without going to see her. So wonderful, my parents could come to America, which would be game-changing in their
My mom came to the United States with no money to her name. She came here in search for a better life. No one helped her, she did it all on her own. Not speaking the language or being educated it wasn 't easy raising a child in a place which is so unknown to you
When I was six years old, living in Ethiopia, my dad won an American green card visa lottery among 53,000 people. Although it was exciting news, family members were discouraged because my dad could not afford the visa processing and traveling expense. However, he found a sponsor in Seattle, which allowed him to settle in America. As soon as he found a good house and a stable job, he started the process for me and my family. Multiple errors and obstacles delayed our processing for five years.
From China to America was the journey I endured during the early to mid-1900s. I had begun this journey to go to America because of the talk of job opportunities and a better life I could give my family. I had to leave my family behind and go on this journey alone due to the Chinese Exclusion Act that restricted immigration into the U.S. I was very lucky to get on a ferry with a limited amount of people to Angel Island. I was held on this island for a couple months and was interrogated constantly before I could leave. After being released, I was able to find a job in the mining industry in California and I was able to send money back to my family.
The first eight years of my life, I spent in India where I was born. Growing up I was constantly reminded by my parents that I needed to make them proud by getting a good job and living a good lifestyle. They told me this because they did not want to see me live a hard life like they did. When I was nine years old, I moved from India to the United States of America. The reason why I moved to America was not because I was living a bad life in India, it was so that I could have a better education and more opportunities in life.
If I was asked what event in my life impacted me the most, then it will be the decision of moving to America. As Charlemagne says, “To have another language is to possess a second soul,” learning English and the American culture have gave me a different perspective of the world. I wouldn’t say how much it has changed me because when I look back at these years, I realized I am still the same person but I’ve made tremendous breakthroughs of finding myself.
My mother was thirty-four years old now, with no husband, no provider or protector
We spent three months in Ethiopia until my mother came and brought my sister and I to Chicago. My grandmother stayed in Ethiopia because her paperwork wasn’t done. This was a difficult decision to make for ourselves for we would have chosen to stay with our grandmother no matter how long her process would have
However, I was still full of happiness because I could not wait to see my parents again after so many
but then they told me to have a safe journey and remember one thing when you go to the states don't ever forget us that's what they told me. I told them that I will never forget them because they were the friends who i grew up with. So I left feeling sad. Tears came down my cheeks I wiped them off and pretended to be normal. When I moved to the the U.S.
I came to the U.S for high school study at the age of fourteen to explore the world outside of my hometown. I faced obstacles of communicating with foreign students and understanding the class materials in English, but instead of giving in, I was urged and motivated to work even harder and become a better and stronger person. I remember clearly my experience in the host family. My host mom lost her vision due to an eye disease. For the three years, I learned to take care of both myself and the family, which became an important experience in my life.
The debt my parents has on me, I felt like I am paying something off. Now you might wonder why I 'm telling you my life story. I believe this journey from Bangladesh to the United States has transformed me into a completely different person. Throughout this journey, I have learned a lot more about myself. I am determined to try and overcome any challenge that comes along the way.
At this point in my life, I did not know what to do. One of the most loving people in my life was gone. My mom wasn’t even here to help me through the pain. It became the turning point of my life, which did not prevent me from continuing my life and most importantly attending school. I was one of the most dedicated and diligent student in school.
For both processes, there is no fee when he/she applies and if he/she wants to bring their families to the United States, they need to file Form I-730 (USCIS,
When I was in my high school age, my biological mother, Tsigweini Geresus, sent me a visa to join her in US. Even though it was hard for me at the time to leave all my families and younger siblings back home in Eritrea, I chose to join my biological mother for better opportunity to myself. I know, if I come to US, I will get educational
When an immigrant applies for a non-immigrant visa, the US government presumes that the non-immigrant intends to live in the US permanently. The immigrant bears the burden to establish that he or she will stay in the US only temporarily and will depart before the expiration of his or her US tourist visa. The immigrant may meet this burden by establishing that he or she has sufficient social, economic, and family ties with his country of citizenship so that he or she will depart the US and return to his country upon the expiration of his visa. The immigrant may establish such ties by, for example, showing that he owns property in his home country, or that he is the father or mother of an underage child who is not accompanying him or her on the trip, or that he or she is the only son or daughter of a single parent who he or she cares for. The immigrant must also establish that he or she has sufficient funds to cover his stay in the US.