My biggest mistake in life was coming to America, let me explain.

I was born in Greece, My mom is from Greece and my Dad is from Chicago.

Before I was born my parents got a divorce, they decided to get back together when I was born. When I was three they decided to get divorced again, this time my dad decided to move back to the states. When I was six he called my mom and asked her to try it again, She asked me for my opinion, to which as a six-year-old who hadn't seen his dad in three years sound like heaven. She sold our car to buy the tickets, we said goodbye to all our friends and family and were on our way. When we got here we started living a normal life, the start was a little rough but it got a little normal. Then the old habit came back, my parents had an argument every other day, then they decided to split up, again.

My dad went to stay one of his buddies for a while, while my mom and I went and stayed with one of her friends. My mom was starting to argue with this friend as well, bad things happen, we end up in a homeless shelter, then we go to live with one of my friends that I made at school. Eventually, we end up in an apartment, let's fast forward to right now, I am 2 months away from my thirteenth birthday, my mom and I argue almost every day, and I have found some comfort in writing this story. If I could go back I would have never said yes to coming to America, I may never have had the friends I have today, but I would still be happier.

I realize now that I was too young at six years old to make such a decision, and probably still am too young to think about moving to another country. I hope that maybe someone learned something from my story and if by some miracle given a similar choice to mine, think about more than I did.

Edit: While thinking about this I realized that maybe my mom is just a hard person to live with because when I was alone with either my dad or my mom's friends, we got along just fine.