1. Looking Out My Window
That's my father, always a morning person: he would wake up really early to go to work and come home late; he didn't have much time for us. ... Her wrinkled hands and her white hair are a reflection of the hardships she endured in this life. ... However, I was happy with what I had since I spent most of my time on campus, studying and working in a small shop to make a living. ... Is he thinking about our family back at home or is he thinking about his new life in America and living on his own for the first time? And that starts me up again, thinking back to the time I looked out th...
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- Grade Level: High School