I immigrated to the United States. When I came to San Francisco, the airplane flew down. I saw the beautiful city. After I arrived here, I lived on Jones Street. My older sister owned a laundromat on Jones Street. I went to the store, and I saw a person. I got scared and ran away. One day I saw a man. He brought his coat to wash. "One dollar," I said. The next time he saw me, "One dollar", One dollar," he said. He laughed. I smiled. After a few days, the man drove us to my relatives who lived in Oakland. When I saw that the homes in Oakland were very small, "EWWW," I yelled. But, when I went inside the house, I saw it was very nice.
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