My father came to America before my mother, brother, and I did. He stayed with our relatives until he felt comfortable enough for us to come over and settle as a family.
I arrived to America in 2006 and went to school a few months later. I knew little to no English and was also very shy. The only person I knew was my cousin at the time later I made my first friend. My teacher called roll and called my last name and of course she pronounces it wrong and I have to try to help her pronounce it which takes a long time.
After a couple of years we got our own apartment. It was a terrible place but we still managed to survive long enough to get our own house which we live in now.