Immigrating to Canada
Immigration is when people move away from their country into a foreign one (Dictionary, 2015). For some, immigrating to a new place symbolises a new life; a do over, however for some, they do it in hope for a better life. It’s quite sad how people, have to move to a completely different environment in hope for a better result in their life than their last one back where they originally came from. It just shows that since there’s too many unsolved unsatisfying factors in their home country. I interviewed my Dad, who immigrated to Canada in hope for a better future for his family.
My dad’s main reason for moving here, is for our future. Money comes and go, however back to where we came from money goes more than it comes (Alfaro, 2015). My dad didn’t like the fact that no matter how hard we work there, there’s no hope for any upgrade. It was hard for him to leave us and be far away from our grasp. My brother and I were still young when he left, and my parents’ biggest worry was about my brother not recognizing our dad. He still left despite the worries, but he carried it with him. Even though he had aunts and uncles that treats him especially nice, he was still craving for his wife and his kids. He even mentioned how in his free time he would visit the airport, imagining the day we would come to him. It was a tough road for him, but he managed because he was determined to get us here in Canada.
Other than his left loved ones, my dad also worried about jobs. Since his education didn’t apply in Canada, he had to start all over again and try many new different jobs. He provided for us while getting paid from minimum wage. Good thing he was a hard worker and managed to keep the job he had. The worst part of being alone is when he’s in pain from work, no one’s there to make him feel better, when he’s sick, no one’s there to take care of him and especially when he eats, no one’s there to eat with him. Loneliness didn’t corrupt him though, he used it to work harder.
It took a lot of time, effort and money but finally he did it. One day, he found himself standing in front of the exit for passengers, his arms opened widely , ready to lift my brother and I up. After 3 years of separation with nothing but video calls, we finally get to be with our dad physically. Adapting to a completely new environment was a different story. English is not my brother and I’s first language. School became an everyday battle field for my brother and I. My brother’s teacher ended up talking to my parents because my brother wouldn’t talk for the first few weeks of school. While I became self conscious, I was too scared to do anything because of my irrational fear of getting judged. Getting out of our comfort zone is a big step but we did it, and once we’ve let go we truly embraced our new life here in Canada. My dad might be always be tired after a long day of work, he might nag us and repeatedly tell us to do our chores, but I know he likes it better this way than being alone.
Once, during dinner, I asked my dad if he wants to go back to the Philippines and he said “absolutely not.”. In Canada, he knows our future is secluded, he knows that our life is smoother, and he knows that we’re much happier here. Immigrating to a foreign country is scary. It seemed impossible to regain what we had back in the Philippines, but we were wrong. We regained nothing, but gained something much better.
Dictionary. 2015. Immigration definition Retrieved from
Alfaro, E. 2015. Self Story
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