Hello mother, father. How are you? I’m doing alright; the city is taking a big toll on my life. People everywhere, lights going on and off at specific times, horses pulling people in boxes, the men direct the horse to wherever the people in the boxes want. They pay them once they reach their destination. It seems like a good way to make money, because people need to go somewhere all the time.
My life is crazy, my schedule is to work 6 days out of 7, working from the morning to late at night. I get so tired sometimes I get lost in the city on the way home. The women are exquisite. I might just find my wife here. I don’t understand most of the things people here say, so I mainly keep to myself. My boss is a real mean man, he doesn’t care whether I work for him or not, but I have to put up with him because I cant take the chance of losing my job, and not being able to provide your myself and still send money to you.
I’m proud of myself making money in a big city and staying strong in it. I’m appreciative towards the many opportunities that it is given to me. I knew coming to America would give me a chance at a good and better life. I want you to come out here and visit; I will try and get the money to have you come out here, so you can experience the life of New York City. The thing I don’t like is there are always snobby rich people who look down on me and the people who work at the shop. The streets are busy and hard to work through, but over all I do like living here I’m sorry that you have to here this, I know you want me home but the city is the best place for me now.
2 comments:
I think you did a great job but you could work on sentence fluency and conventions. You did a great job in your ideas and how you described your situation. It sounds like your struggling and i'm sorry about that.
That's pretty cool that your working to send your family money. Just keep your head up and remember that quitters don't get any where in life.
You did a good job.
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