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The Barrio

Home is a place where people cherish and feel protected and secure. It is the place that people want to go back to after a hard day of school or work. It is a place where people can feel safe and loved. In the “The Barrio” written by Robert Ramirez, he talks about people cannot leave the barrio even though the life there are so complicated and difficult. People have sentimental feeling for barrio which makes them unwilling to leave the place. Many people are crammed in a small house but they still live happily without any worries. Reading this article make me reminiscence about my second hometown in Philippines. Home for me is not only a place where we were born; it is wherever our heart is. Home is where the story begins.

For most of my life, I thought home was a simple concept. Home is where my family and friends are. It is place where I sleep and feel protected and secure. It is the place that I want to go back after a hard day in school and work. It is place where I feel safe and loved most, and it can even be more than one place. I have moved around in my life, and every place felt like home for me. Vietnam is my hometown. It is where I was born and my family has been living there for decades. Unfortunately, I had not experience or make any wonderful memories there. When I was five month old, my family left our native country and moved to Philippines. The Philippines was my second hometown, and it also my most important and memorable place for my life. We lived in refugee camp for seven years; I experienced tragic and happy life at the same time. When I was seven years old, I need to help my mom selling candies at the park after school. Helping my older sister cook and cleaning the house are really fun; instead of playing with my baby dolls. I learned how to read and write for the first time; sadly, it not my own native language. I speak the foreign languages Tagalog more fluent than my native language, but my parents never failed to teach me to speak my own language. My parent wants to keep the Vietnamese traditional even we lived in foreign country. We lived in a small town of Palawan, where all the Vietnamese refugee people are staying. Some families have a little money they build new houses; however, some families lived in the old and vacant school classroom. There is no electric and no appliances just only a bed and dinner table. Reading some parts of Ramirez’s essay makes me feel so nostalgic. Running water in barrio is considered luxury, it is luxury to the place I lived before too. We don’t have water in the house, and it is so inconvenience for us. Whenever we need water to cooks, bath and personal needs; therefore, we need to walks a miles to get water from the well. People in the refugee camps are treats each other as a family. When Christmas and New Year all the villagers are spent dinner together even though just a few dishes on the table but people are still happy.

In my mid elementary and high school years, we moved into the city, where I started my new life again. Our family rented a small house; they worked sun up until sun down to earn more money for us to going to school. In the Philippines everything has to deal with money; however, if people don’t have money they cannot go to school. Unlike here in the United States education are free. We managed to live comfortable living through budgets our daily expenses. We adapted to the new environment easily by going to school making new friends. We never owned a house, for my whole life I been living in a rented house, but every houses I lived in are home for me. I have lots of great memories with my family and friends in the Philippines. Years 2000 was the saddest year of my life, I lost my dad in a car accident. For that moment my life has been changing radically. My mom need takes extra roles in our life. It is really tough to be a mother and father in same time, because of that my brother’s future was ruined as well. He sacrifices his education and future for our family. He drops out from high school to help my mom. In his young age his have to worked full time and even lied about his age just to get a job. After a critical moment of our life, we manage to live comfortable again. Five year later, since my dad leaves us my older sister got married and gives birth to a beautiful baby. It is a gift from God, she bring happiness into our family.

Until we move to California, my concept of home is totally different as it used to be, it is no longer home like my childhood home. It is all memories and old photographs now. I thought that I can experience a wonderful feeling of home again, because I finally meet my relatives here but I was wrong. Living with relatives is not a good thing; it is so complicated and uncomfortable. My concept of perfect home is slowly fading away, it become lonely and empty. Back in Philippines, everytime I got home from school I can hear my dad laughter watching his favorite comedy show. The delicious aroma of food from my mom kitchen and the annoying voice of my niece crying, sadly it just a memories now. Now everytime I got home I see the house is so empty because just my brother and me alone, but we never eat together. I feel like I more close to my laptop compare to my brother. Everybody are busy working, we don’t have time eating dinner together anymore. Although holiday means family gathering, ironically we never spent it together. I always envy my friends because every Christmas they spent with family, unlike me celebrated it with friends. My home is like a puzzle that missing some piece that will not be complete. However, I feel fortunately to have a family like them, even though we don’t spent much time together one thing I know for sure is that they truly love me.

Home is something that everyone must define for themselves because everyone comes from different places. Home is the place where the place that we feel the most loved and we know that we “belong” without having any question. Home is not measurable by how big and beautiful the house is, but the most precious elements carried within us. It is a great experience and memories of our family. Home can be more than one place. Some people would argue that we can only have one home, I disagree. I can have a home back in Vietnam, where my grandparents live. I can have home in Philippines, where my friends are. I can have home in Seattle and Boston, where my loving brother and sister lives. So home is not just one place, it is whenever your heart is. Home is where our story begins either sad or happy.

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i rewrote this essay for many times, but i still struggle in with the verb tenses.. please help me to check my verb tenses.

i know this essay kinda long but please help me.. I really need help! thanks in advance for those who help...i really appreciate ur kindness..

The Barrio

Home is a place where people cherish and feel protected and secure.
(Cherish needs an object. The object is missing. Two possibilities:
1) Home is a place that people cherish and where they feel protected and secure. (they cherish the home)

2) Home is a place where people cherish their loved ones and feel protected and secure. (they cherish other people)
)

It is the place that people want to go back to after a hard day of school or work. It is a place where people can feel safe and loved. In the “The Barrio” written by Robert Ramirez, he talks about people who cannot leave the barrio even though their lives life there are so complicated and difficult. People have sentimental feelings for the barrio which makes them unwilling to leave the place. Many people are crammed into a small house but they still live happily without any worries. Reading this article makes me reminiscent about my second hometown in Philippines. Home for me is not only a place where we were I was born; it is wherever our my heart is. Home is where the story begins.

For most of my life, I thought home was a simple concept. Home is where my family and friends are. It is place where I sleep and feel protected and secure. It is the place that I want to go back after a hard day in school and work. It is place where I feel safe and loved most, and it can even be more than one place. I have moved around in my life, and every place felt like home for me. Vietnam is my hometown. It is where I was born and my family has been living there for decades.
Unfortunately, I was not there long enough to have had not experiences or make any wonderful memories there. When I was five months old, my family left our native country and moved to the Philippines. The Philippines was my second hometown (home town is a city or village, it is not a country) , and it also was my the most important and memorable place for in my life. We lived in a refugee camp for seven years; I experienced a tragic and happy life at the same time. When I was seven years old, I needed to help my mom selling candies at the park after school. Helping my older sister cook and cleaning the house are was more really fun; instead of than playing with my baby dolls. I learned how to read and write for the first time; sadly, it was not in my own native language. I speak spoke the foreign languages Tagalog more fluently than my native language, but my parents never failed to teach me to speak my own language. My parent wanteds to keep the Vietnamese traditionsal even though we lived in a foreign country. We lived in a the small town of Palawan, where all the Vietnamese refugee people are were staying. Some families had have a little money and they built build new houses; however, some families lived in the old and vacant school classroom. There is was no electricity and no appliances just only a bed and dinner table. Reading some parts of Ramirez’s essay makes me feel so nostalgic. Running water in the barrio is considered a luxury, it is was a luxury in to the place I lived before too. We dodidn’t have water in the house, and it is was so inconvenientce for us. Whenever we needed water to cooks, bathe and take care of our personal needs; therefore, we needed to walks a miles to get water from the well. People in the refugee camps are treateds each other as a family. When On Christmas and New Year's, all the villagers are spent had dinner together. Even though there were just a few dishes on the table, but people were are still happy.

In my mid elementary and high school years, we moved into the city, where I started a my new life again. Our family rented a small house; they worked sun up until sun down to earn more money for us to going to school. In the Philippines everything has to deal with is about money; however, if people don’t have money they cannot go to school. Unlike here in the United States education is are free. We managed to live comfortablye living through by budgetings our daily expenses. We adapted to the new environment easily by going to school and making new friends. We never owned a house,, For my whole life I have been living in a rented house, but every houses I lived in was are home for me. I have lots of great memories with of my family and friends in the Philippines. Years 2000 was the saddest year of my life, I lost my dad in a car accident. For From that moment, my life has been changing radically. My mom needed to takes on extra roles in our life. It is has been really tough for her to be a mother and father at in same time., bBecause of that, my brother’s future was ruined as well. He sacrificeds his education and future for our family. He dropped out from high school to help my mom. InAt his young age, he had his have to worked full time and he even lied about his age just to get a job. After a this critical moment period of our liveslife, we managed to live comfortablye again. Five years later, since after my dad leaves left us, my older sister got married and gave gives birth to a beautiful baby. It is a gift from God, she brings happiness into our family.
A-Stars, thank you so much for your time correcting my essay. i really appreciated it. thank you so much.
I rewrote my last two paragraph, but im not confident with my correction. can you please check it again, thanks
Until we mover to California, my concept of home was totally different as it used to be, it was no longer home like my childhood home. it was all memories and old photographs now. I thought that I can experience wonderful feelings of home again, because I finally meet my relatives here but I was wrong. Living with relative was not a good thing; it wa so complicated and uncomfortable. my concept of perfect home was slowly fading away, it become lonely and empty. Back in the Phillipiines, every time I got home from school I can heard my dad laughter while watching his favorite comedy shows. The delicious aroma of food from my mom's kitchen and the annoying voices of my nieve crying, sadly it just a memories now. Now every time I got home, I seen the house was so empty because only my brother and I alone at home, but we never eat together. I feel like I more close to my latop compared to my brother. Everybody were busy working, we don't have time eating dinner togther anymore. Although holiday means family gathering, ironically we never spent it together. I envy my friends because on Christma they spent it with their family, unlike me celebrated it with friends. My home is like a puzzle that missing some pieces that will not be complete. However, I feel fortunate to have a family like them, even though we don't spent much time together but one thing i know for sure is that they truly love me.
Home is something that everyone must define for themselves because everyone comes from different places. Home is the place where the place that we feel the most loved and we know that we belong without having any question. Home is not meaurable by how big and beautiful the house is, but the most precious elements that carried within us. It is a great experiences and memories of our family. Homw can be more than one place. Some people would argue that we can only have one home, I disagree. I can have a home back in Vietnam, where my grandparents live. I can have home in the Philippines, where my friends are. I can have home in Seattle and Boston, where my loving brother and sister lives. Therefore, home is not just one place, it is whenever my heart is. Home is where my story begins either sad or happy.

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I rewrote my last two paragraphs, but i'm not confident with my corrections. can you please check it again, thanks
Until Before we moved to California, my concept of home was totally different than as it used to be. It was no longer home like my childhood home. That (the childhood home) was only all memories and old photographs now. I thought that I can could experience the wonderful feelings of home again, because I finally would meet my relatives here, but I was wrong. Living with relatives was not a good thing; it was so complicated and uncomfortable. My concept of the perfect home was slowly fading away; it became lonely and empty. Back in the Phillipiines, every time I got home from school I can heard (or could hear) my dad laughing while watching his favorite comedy shows. The delicious aroma of food from my mom's kitchen and the annoying voices of my niece crying, sadly are it just a memories now. Now every time I got home, I seen only see an empty house the house was so empty because only my brother and I live there, and alone at home, but we never eat together. I feel like I more am closer to my latop than compared to my brother. Everybody is so were busy working that we don't have time to eat eating dinner togther anymore. Although holidays means family gatherings, ironically we never spend them together. I envy my friends because on Christmas they spend Christmas with their family, unlike me. I celebrated Christmas with friends. My home is like a puzzle that missing some pieces and will never not be complete. However, I feel fortunate to have a family like them, even though we don't spent much time together. But one thing i know for sure is that they truly love me.
Home is something that everyone must define for themselves because everyone comes from different places. Home is the place where the place that we feel the most loved and we know that we belong without having any question. Home is not meauredable by how big and beautiful the house is, but the most precious elements that are carried within us. It is a great The experiences and memories of our family are (wonderful?). Home can be more than one place. Some people would argue that we can only have one home, I disagree. I can have a home back in Vietnam, where my grandparents live. I can have a home in the Philippines, where my friends are. I can have homes in Seattle and Boston, where my loving brother and sister lives. Therefore, home is not just one place, it is whenever my heart is. Home is where my story begins either sad or happy begins.

without question means with no doubts.
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