64. How has your family history, culture, or environment influenced who you are? (University of Florida)
If anyone asks me what helped me get to this point of life, I would immediately answer with a word: mom. My mom led me to this point of being a good human with good amount of thoughts, love, and experiences. Because she is single—and I don’t blame her for that at all—she does a lot more than any other mother just for me; she makes a living as well as takes care of me. Furthermore, she serves to be a role model to me by showing her ability to work as a single missionary in this huge and mysterious land, India. It wouldn’t be wrong to say that she is my only Wonder Woman.
I certainly remember the day I stepped my foot on land called India-the surrounding hot, humid air with strange, pepper-like smell. I recall that I vomited when I first tasted the typical dish of India, Thali. And among new people speaking a foreign language, I didn’t know what to do; teachers in school seemed like aliens and villagers around my house looked like many duplicates of one Indian.
But after eight years is me who surprise people for my Indian accent, who stand in front of hundreds of people talking about experiences of village life in India. My friends say that I’m funny when I talk about these local villages and that I’m a nice friend to talk about their serious problems in life. I’m grateful now that I’m able to read and write five different languages, that I’ve experienced diversity in India, my second home, and that I’m confident to adjust anywhere in the world.
Well, none of these would have happened if my mom didn’t bring me here. She made all this possible.
If anyone asks me what helped me get to this point of life, I would immediately answer with a word: mom. My mom led me to this point of being a good human with good amount of thoughts, love, and experiences. Because she is single—and I don’t blame her for that at all—she does a lot more than any other mother just for me; she makes a living as well as takes care of me. Furthermore, she serves to be a role model to me by showing her ability to work as a single missionary in this huge and mysterious land, India. It wouldn’t be wrong to say that she is my only Wonder Woman.
I certainly remember the day I stepped my foot on land called India-the surrounding hot, humid air with strange, pepper-like smell. I recall that I vomited when I first tasted the typical dish of India, Thali. And among new people speaking a foreign language, I didn’t know what to do; teachers in school seemed like aliens and villagers around my house looked like many duplicates of one Indian.
But after eight years is me who surprise people for my Indian accent, who stand in front of hundreds of people talking about experiences of village life in India. My friends say that I’m funny when I talk about these local villages and that I’m a nice friend to talk about their serious problems in life. I’m grateful now that I’m able to read and write five different languages, that I’ve experienced diversity in India, my second home, and that I’m confident to adjust anywhere in the world.
Well, none of these would have happened if my mom didn’t bring me here. She made all this possible.
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