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So this is the essay written by me but I feel like it's all over the place so I really would appreciate it for this to be rewritten professionally.
The sun was the brightest that morning. The sound of the clear blue water created a soft harmony as my body wandered away from my family. I was floating with my eyes closed. I could hear his laughter in the distance, and my heart smiled in exchange. I heard footsteps coming closer as each second passed by. It was my father who gave me the tightest hug full of love. I remember wishing I could stop time and just live that moment a little longer. However, it was a strange feeling. I knew it was time to leave home and my family behind.
Two years after I was born, my father had to leave a small country in Europe called Kosovo as attempts of his life were created. I grew up in a small town in Kosovo where I saw people around me struggle but they were still full of life regardless of how poor or rich they were. . I was never exposed to anything that made me view things differently in life. Although I was young I never got to explore new things such as different cultures and due to the poor education there I was afraid I would not be able to make it. After nine years of living in Kosovo, when I finally moved to America, it changed my life forever.
I was the only one of my siblings that got to come to America at such a young age. Living with my siblings was often difficult due to the fact that we had completely different mindsets. I usually would get into arguments because our mindset on certain things were completely different. Being an immigrant myself, I quickly adapted to the American lifestyle. I focused on learning the language and digested to a different culture. My parents mentality was very different, they were not close to ever being “ Americanized”. Although, I often struggled convincing them to let me certain things people my age did, growing up, I finally understood that they had to leave their house, family, their home just so their kids can have a bigger, brighter future. They came here with nothing and still gave me everything and for that I will always be grateful for.
My family was afraid that I would forget where I come from and all the traditions they had always followed. As time passed , I learned to love my culture and be proud of it no matter where I went. Throughout these years, I was connected to Albanians by friends of my own kind and having alot of family here as well. That made me start appreciating my culture and following the tradition that I now absolutely love. I started visiting my family every summer in Kosovo. It’s one of the best feelings in the world just to get there. The air there fills my lungs and warms my heart. Moving to another country was definitely a huge risk but I always thank my parents for it. On a cold winter day, I decided to have a talk with my father that had me in tears and him as well. I told him that the greatest day of my life had been meeting him that day when he finally came home. Tears start falling down my face, my voice shakes I had fully understood the sacrifices he had made for me and my family just so one day I can be successful and live a happy life. Because of him , I was given the opportunity to be successful and not be afraid that maybe one day my education will not lead me anywhere.
It is such a blessing that I was given the opportunity to live in New York where I can accomplish anything I want. Living with two different cultures has made me realize that you only become stronger in every way possible. It might of been difficult at first but time does really make it easier regardless of the situation. It is Until this day I thank my parents for sacrificing it all just so I can have a better life.