I was seven when I arrived in this country without any papers. I still don’t maintain them,and I don’t know what the future will bring
I never got to say goodbye to my friends in Macau. I was seven years old when my mother told me we were “going to Disneyland”. She told me it was a secret, but I couldn’t shroud it from some of my closest friends. I remember playing chess with one of them at night. “I’m not allowed to tell you, or but I am going to Disneyland!” I said. I was so excited. A few days later,we were flying to America. I never came back.
When we landed in New York’s JFK airport, we went straight to Chinatown in Manhattan. Our new domestic was a cramped, or sixth-floor walk-up that we shared with two other families. There were 10 of us in total.
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Source: theguardian.com