Family’s Love Can Conquer All

        People ask each other what’s one thing you can’t live without and it took me sometime to figure out the answer to that question.As the years passed by,I answered that question in my head and I was 100% confident in my answer.Family was my answer and I don’t think anything can make me change it.First of all, let me tell you a bit about my family,I have an older sister whose getting her PhD and I have a brother that’s in High school and my dad and my mom and finally me;whose studying architecture.The airplane landed in New York City around 3PM on June 3rd, 2012 and once I left the airport,I was shocked by all the different cultures and faces.It was way different than Egypt because majority of the people were Egyptian and everyone spoke just Arabic.We settled in a house which was my uncle’s apartment in Rego Park in Queens and when we parked the car near the building. I opened the door and a breeze of air suddenly hitted me and my hair got all messy and I raised my hair in a bun because it was a windy day,I saw a long street with all long green trees and clear sky with bunch of birds singing,a lady  was jogging on the other side.There was a man walking his dog and I said to myself is this the american dream to be living in a neighborhood that’s peaceful and naturally beautiful,I was amazed by the street.I stepped in the building and it all started.Let me take you back to 4th grade,September 9th, 2012 and that was my first year here.It was my first day in PS.102Q school and I was holding my dad’s hand as we were walking towards the building, I was afraid and I felt like my head was going to explode from all of the things that I was thinking of. My heart was racing but I tried to keep on a smile so that my dad doesn’t feel worried about me so my dad hugged me and left and after he left , I felt like was alone in the middle of a lot of people.I went up to my class not knowing what to expect but I assumed the worst not gonna lie.I opened the door and I saw a lot of people all from different places, and finally my eyes landed on the teacher she was skinny,brown hair and white face with some freckles.I thought to myself,she’s nice but I judged too fast.Her name was Palmer,she asked for my name and where I’m from and all that.I said Nada and I’m from Egypt and after she heard me saying Egypt her face expression changed.She was like Egypt okay, have a seat and please write your name down on a paper and leave it on your desk..After,I sat down I felt like people were looking at me,so I picked up my pen and wrote my name on a paper and I asked the girl next to me,if I should just leave it on the desk she looked at me as if I was speaking another language so I just left it on my desk.The teacher said open page 11, Nada read for us please.After, she said that my heart started racing and my face turned red and I didn’t even have a textbook so I borrowed one and I looked over the page and all I saw was huge words. When I started reading, I stopped between each word and most likely pronounced each one of them wrong and while I tried reading it,the teacher said Nada “STOP READING NADA “with anger in her voice and she said who else can read for us without stopping and my face turned red and a tear dropped from my eye. All I heard was kids laughing at me and I felt like I just wanted to open the door and run away .I went home that day feeling down and my confidence levels dropped and I kept thinking to myself how will I go to school tomorrow and see those people again.I went home and ran into my parents’ arm and hugged them so tight and I cried and told them about how bad my day was and what happened to me and they told me that it’s just the first day and that I should never give up on myself because of a bad day and that it’s okay to bad at something at first but he said, trust me it gets better.My sister hugged me and made some popcorn for all of us and we brought our blankets from the room and we laid down on the couches and started watching a movie and I won’t tell you that I was happy but distracted and forgot what happened for a while.The next day,when I entered the class,my dad’s words kept coming back to my head don’t give up on yourself,keep trying and don’t mind what that sick teacher has said to you. As, I sat I kept reminding myself that I will get better and I will make my parents proud of me.As the first year passed,that teacher failed me and she gave me summer school and that was probably my worst day and it was on June 25th 2012.I went home crying to my parents and they hugged me and comfort me that it’s fine.At that point,I lost all my confidence and was so depressed and they took me out to eat and my dad came home early from work each day to study with me because he was living here before we came so he knew how to speak english before us.Their warmth and their care was the only thing I felt that was good at that time.From my dad coming home early to study with me and my mom cooking my favorite dish in the kitchen and at night we picked a different movie each day to watch,them helping me get out of the dark spot in my life was everything.I learned that everything in this world has a solution and that I should never give up because success is hard but those who try, will get there.The year passed by and I passed the summer school test and moved on into 5th grade and on the first day, I said to myself from this moment,I will grow and even if I fail,I will get up and keep going because my family deserves to be proud of me.I also wanted to prove to that sick teacher that’ll improve.I started studying very hard and not taking any breaks and I’ve received a lot of honor rolls and student of months and that’s where it all started.I started growing each year and becoming better and better.Now I got accepted into the college, I wanted to go to and I got accepted in the architecture program in the mid of March which was very competitive.Let me tell you something that might cool you off a bit,I ran into that teacher,last week and she stopped me,she said Nada,how are you and in my head, I said I guess they day has came and trying not to smile.We talked for awhile and the end she said  “wow look at you now all grown up,what a beautiful architect”and she also told me to drop by her office in school,if I ever was to pass by.While walking back home, I wanted to jump in the air because I was so proud of myself and that was all because of my family and that they stood with me through hard times and showed how warmth and love can make anyone pass any obstacle.I’m blessed to have a family like mine.They have shaped my personality to someone that won’t give up on their dreams.They made me a very caring person and a person that doesnt wanna give up on what I want till I achieve it.My parents deserve to be proud of me because they deserve all the happiness in the world.