This is my dad's story. He came
from the Dominican Republic. I wrote a short story about him.
Tiffany Munoz
My dad immigrated to New York from the Dominican
Republic.
He came on May 4, 1974 at the age of nine.
It was hard for him because of the language and
climate.
He was used to speaking Spanish and the
climate was hot all year round.
In the Dominican Republic where he came from
the clothing wasn't very different,except for the fact that ladies wore
a special dress to dance the Merengue.
While he was in high school he worked. Once
he worked in a gasoline station.
Another time he worked in a supermaket.
Now my father is an American citizen. He
has a wonderful family, three kids and a lovely wife.
He is very happy he came to America. All
his dreams came true.
These are some of the architectural plans my father
drew.
In the middle is a photo of my father, graduating
from high school
Below that photo of my father going back to the
Dominican Republic after eight years for a visit.
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This is my photomontage of with my dad's picture.