Immigrants in the breath, in the eyes, in the memory Having to move to another country is not a difficult task because you leave behind everyone you have known since you were a child. Sophie was experiencing this because now she has to drop everything and jump on a plane to be reunited with her mother whose voice she has only heard. Haiti and Tante Atie were all Sophie knew, the freedom she had to run around or just play with the children. across the street as the hot sun is coming into action. For Sophie, Tante Atie was the mother she had always wanted; a mother who waited for her outside when she came home from school or a mother who told her stories when she couldn't fall asleep. That will soon change when the daily plane tickets arrive and everything familiar is gone. Sophie was now in a new country with a mother who was also new to her. Now he learns almost English and at the same time maintains fluent Creole. But the hardest thing is getting used to New York and its new surroundings because you can't run on the streets anymore and your parents work day and night. There is no more freedom until you become American (i.e. more independent and liberal) before your mother's eyes. I can really identify with this novel because I came to this country when I was eleven and had to leave my family. grandparents, my father and my friends are ready for a new life with my mother. It was a big change because I could no longer go out and play baseball with my friends, instead I stayed home and played Nintendo. I couldn't talk to some people in my school because I didn't speak English or understand the language. I had to work hard to understand and speak English, I always went to McDonalds and ordered food, this was a way to practice or volunteer to go to the principal's office to drop off or pick up something. It was difficult at first but my friends supported me but there were times when people tried to humiliate me because of my strong accent, at that point I wanted to lose my accent but I learned that my accent is part of what I am.
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