Reading is important. People often say that gold is valuable because it is wanted by everybody, but I say that reading is even more valuable because it is needed by everybody. Reading is changing me and my life. I remember when I came to the United States twelve years ago. I only brought my eyes with me. Although I had a mouth, I could not talk. I had ears but could not hear. I was like a frog that lived in a deep well. In my second year in this country, I had our first bab
In 1958, I was born in Gongzhong which is in the south of China. In 2012, I came by myself to Hayward. In 2001, my parents moved to Oakland. My brothers and sisters live in Fremont. I bought a house in Hayward because I like Hayward. I like going to school to learn English. I ride a bicycle to attend my ESL classes at the Hayward Adult School and for the Conversation Class at the Hayward Library. I have a job taking care of a baby boy. I like my job. He is a nice boy.
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Both my parents were born and raised in Mexico. After they married, they moved to Oakland, California, where they raised five children, two girls and three boys. I was the youngest. We lived in Oakland. My father couldn’t speak English and had a hard time finding jobs. He took whatever job was available. We were poor but happy. I remember waking up in the morning and hearing my mother singing in the kitchen all the old Mexican songs like Cielito Lindo, La Cucaracha, an
As you read my story, I hope it will help you understand that you are not alone. From the age of six, I realized that reading was a problem in school. When I was asked to read out loud, it was very hard as well as embarrassing. The other kids would laugh and say hateful things. That’s when I started to close myself and I would not read out loud anymore. As the years went on, I felt alone. It seemed that no one could or would help me. At home, there was very little patien