My family's migration to America began a long time ago, in the 1950's as an escape attempt of my grandparents. My grandfather was living very wealthily in a city with my grandmother when an army from the North quickly came into the city to try to take it over. They started by looking for societal leaders and other wealthy people to be lined up in a ditch and shot. Startled, my grandfather quickly fled the …showed first 75 words of 662 total…

…showed last 75 words of 662 total…little persuasion, he finally agreed. So the family quietly snuck out of the city and stowed away on an American ship in a nearby port headed for a safer city down south. When they got there they had my mother who then met a brave air force pilot. The couple soon fell in love and had me. After making sure her parents were happy and safe, she left with the pilot to America. THE END.