<p>Can you guys please help me fix this personal statement.
Thanks alot, it will be appreciated. </p>
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Hey Dad, when are you coming back, this was a question; I was constantly asking my Dad, as soon as he would leave us and go to America for work. For as long as I can remember; my Dad had always lived in America but would make temporary sojourns occasionally in Pakistan; to spend time with me, my brother, my mom and my two younger sisters. We had applied for visas, but it seemed almost impossible for us to ever go to America, because of the long wait the immigration services had imposed on us. I had heard stories about America, and how many had achieved, what the Americans called, American Dream. But, in the summer of 2007, there was a miracle. We had received a phone call from the U.S immigration that we had been granted U.S visas, and finally we could go to America. This was it, I guess. All that wait and now we were all going to live together as a bonded family. We arrived in the U.S in September 2007. Our plane landed at Dulles airport and I could hardly wait to meet my Dad. As soon as we got out of the security and immigration, I saw a man, who was smiling broadly and holding couple of balloons. I knew at that instinct, that my dream had come true. This was a turning point in my life, having spent my first 13 years in Pakistan without really having a patriarchal figure; I was still in disbelief, but other than the fact I was with my dad, I was presented with endless opportunities, and this was a chance for me to try my luck at the American Dream. </p>
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