I was born in may 11 2002 Paris France I would get in trouble almost everyday I would play with my older brother and friend everyday we were able to stay out until late because we lived in a gated community. One day my mom called me and my brother upstairs we went up stairs then our parents told us that they were breaking up. One month later our mom told me and my two brother that we were going to America we were so hype looking back on all the american movies and show we thought it was like the shows we watch. But we were wrong and our dreams were crushed I am just playing but yea we went to our were grandma's house to live there and i remember the smell of the house. It smelled like olive and I hate olive it make me want to vomit when we were bringing the luggage upstairs I never wanted to step foot in that house it stink. When my older brother told be that there is no more luggage I had to brace my self I was holding my breath for has long has I could. and that's the end. we don't need to talk about middle school.

Place(s): New York
Year: 2013

– Boubakar

Relationship:  Grandchild of im/migrant Grandchild of im/migrant