YCT Story of the Week
Finding My Way
I leaned on a classmate for comfort when I first arrived in the U.S. When she pulled back, I had to find a new way.
by Shiria K.
Names have been changed.
I arrived in America when I was 9 years old, traveling thousands of miles from my motherland, Bangladesh. I barely spoke any English; simple phrases like “hello” and “my name is” were the extent of my vocabulary.