My family and I moved to America from Kazakhstan in chunks. First, my grandparents, my uncle, my mother and I moved in 1998 and then my father and great grandmother came at another date. Kazakhstan was a drab and boring country the we left behind in order to get somewhere in life away from a backwards civilization with a rotten core. I was sad when we first moved here but as I grew up I realized how bad our country was and I was happy that we moved here. Today, we are all happy to be here even though some of my grandparents miss their old friends. I hope that future generations of my family will gradually forget their roots so that they can be prouder to be purer Americans than I can ever be. Even though I try very hard to be American, I can never fully get rid of my heritage which will always haunt me from the shadows. I am extremely thankful to our immigration here and to the help we received from my great uncle and aunt who provided us a home for a few months while we were transitioning.