Dear Father,

It is difficult adjusting to life in the city. Life here is completely different than on our farm. Every day I hear so many different languages and see so many strange things, and I sometimes get lost in the chaos. Not only do I have to get used to a new country and culture, but I have to get used to city life as well. Walking through the streets and neighborhoods on a normal day I see people from all across Europe and Asia. People speak in Russian, German, Chinese, and Danish. There are places where newspapers are sold and plays are performed in our native language. Foods of mixed cuisines are sold in shops and on the streets. I am encouraged to speak English everyday, and the new culture excites me.

From the few moths I've been here, I had noticed how diverse America is. Everyday I see hundreds of young, new faces, and I want to embrace being here. I want to be an American. I wish I could say I missed home, but I love America too much. I am proud to say I am an American. Other immigrants feel the way I do. I hear reports and see arguments between other Europeans who have conflicting ideas and cultures, but mostly we are all bound together by our common experience.

At work in the factory, I am treated differently. People seem to hate me, saying that I don't belong and that I should leave. Native born Americans take an elitist pride in the fact that they we born in the country. There are movements to restrict further immigration. Chinese immigration was banned by the government and people are scanned for literacy tests. Standards and rules are often unfairly applied to me because I immigrated. I miss you, but know that I am enjoying my new life.

Love,
your Son

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