A
Priceless Friendship in New York
It was back in 2010
when, after staying in Philadelphia for five months, my sister and I moved in
with our mother to New York. After moving to New York I met my friend Steven.
Steven was my first real American friend after moving to the United States and has
always been that way for four years. Steven’s mother is Puerto Rican and his
father is Dominican, however his Spanish is average due to a lack of a Spanish
speaking environment when he was a kid. His parents never thought about
speaking in Spanish when he was a kid but as he grew older, his mother noticed
that it’d be much better for her son to start learning more about his parents’
first language. I remember that every time we hung out he would speak some Spanish
to me because my ear was still trying to catch up with native speakers of
English’s talking speed. Back then, I used to pay a lot of attention to how
certain phrases worked idiomatically speaking in English, and how those phrases
changed from one language to another. Steven and I liked many things, from
video games to working out and joking around all the time. We both were always
very persistent when it came to accomplishing a goal. Being friends with people
with strong willpower is good for everyone due to its everlasting contagious,
yet, good effects.
Having a friend whose native
language is English has benefited me immensely. Not only did I practice English
every day with Steven but I also became more confident when speaking and trying
to get my thoughts out. A few months later we would go out to downtown
Manhattan every weekend so that I could get used to using the train system, and
familiarize myself with the city.
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