The thing I wanted to see most when I came to the United States was to see snow. My goal was accomplished on Thursday, December 18th, during my winter break.
It was 12 o’clock and I was still sleeping, lying down on my warm bed. I didn’t want to get up so early at that time. Looking outside, I saw snow. I jumped out of my bed instantly and tried to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming. When I knew that it was really snowing, I went to my bathroom and washed my face. My two cousins and I went outside and we began to have a snowball fight. We also tried to make a snowman, and snow angels. It was really fun. However, it was so cold that I couldn’t even imagine it being any colder. After touching the snow, my hands were frozen and I started to get a runny nose. Thirty minutes later, we started feeling tired and we stopped playing.
I’ve been waiting to see snow for a while. And now that I had actually experienced snow, I can’t wait for it to snow again!
When I was a child, my mom used to tell me about her childhood, her dream, her passion and how she was living, how hard it was that my mom needed to try to get a job although she was so young at that time.
My mom’s childhood was not easy. My grandparents were very impoverished and had a hard time to keep a family. They had been working so hard to have enough money to take care of all 10 people in the family. My mom knew that the only one thing to help her and her family to get out of this poverty was be a good student and then she could get a good salary. Then, she was not only a top student in her class but also a hard worker. Although my grandfather really loved her and he didn’t want her to work or do anything except her study, my mom still wanted to help him. Therefore, she was hired to work as a dishwasher or clothing-washer. After school, she also biked a long distance to sell my grandmother’s cakes.
My grandparents didn’t have enough money to buy food for the family. Therefore, instead of having three meals a day, they had only one and a snack, such as a cheap vegetable.
No matter how tough the life was, my mom was still the best student in her school and the only one in the family who could graduate. Furthermore, she even could go forward to the University.
In contrast, I was born when our family had already become easier and I do not have to work hard or do anything to earn money except studying and being a obedient girl. I have three meals a day, further, I can have any cookies or candy that I want. But beside that, I need to study very hard as my mom did. That’s why I’m here, in America. I'm studying for my mom’s encouragement, for myself and for my future. As well as, I need to take responsibilities for my life.
In conclusion, my childhood was much better than my mom’s childhood. On the other hand, I don’t see it as my pride, I see it as the lesson of life that my mom wants me to know, and from that I can do everything better than her.
