My best friend Alice gave me a Christmas card two years after I moved to America. I immigrated to the U.S. when I was in seventh grade. My family lives in the Bronx. The neighborhood has many Hispanic and Bangladeshi people. I was the only Chinese girl in class and Alice was the only black American in the class. We became best friends. We always sat and talked together. We shared our ideas and cultures with each other. We also found out that we had a lot in common, like shopping, dressing up and nagging our parents for spending money.I still have the Christmas card because it reminds me of Alice, who ended up going to a different high school. Even though Alice and I are from different places, have different skin colors, religions and languages, our friendship represents what America is, a place where many different people with different dreams mix together. I want to encourage all immigrants, not just to socialize with people from your own country, but rather to make friends from different countries so you can experience many different worlds.