Please don't take what you've got for granted by TwiggyTeeluck, journal
Please don't take what you've got for granted
I'm from a Third World country called Guyana. It's located in South America, and while it's a beautiful country, it is a poor one.
My parents and I emigrated to America in 1995, right before my third birthday, and we moved into a small, cold attic. For my first year in America, we had no furniture. We had no couches or chairs. We used to eat our dinner on a cold kitchen floor. At some point, I had came across a cardboard box which I had folded into two pieces and drawn cushions on. That became my "chair" for my first year in America.
As well as I know my father, I don't know the complete story about his childhood or how he grew up. My fathe
