I began to grow up that winter night when my parents and I were returning from my aunt's house，and my mother said that we might soon be leaving for America. We were on the bus then. I was 1 , and some people on the bus were turning around to look at me. I remember that I could not 2 the thought of never hearing again the radio program for school children to which I listened every morning.
I do not remember myself crying for this reason again. In fact, I think I cried very little when I was 3 to my friends and relatives. When we were leaving I thought about all the places I was going to see—the strange and 4 places I had known only from books and pictures. The 5 I was leaving never to come back was hardly in my head then.
The four years that followed taught me the importance of optimism，but the idea did not come to me at once. For the first two years in New York I was really 6 —having to study in three schools as a result of family moves. I did not quite know what I was or what I should be. Mother 7 and things became even more complex for me. Some time passed 8 my stepfather and I got used to each other. I was often 9 , and saw no end to" the hard times".
My responsibilities in the family 10 a lot since I knew English better than everyone else at home. I wrote letters，filled out forms, translated at 11 with immigration officers, took my grandparents to the doctor and translated there，and even discussed telephone bills with 12 representatives.
From my experiences I have learned one important 13 : almost all common troubles 14 go away! Something good is certain to happen in the end when you do not give up, and just wait a little! I believe that my life will 15 all right, even though it will not be that easy.