The days when Dad and Amir worked hard in America.

Amir and his father live in fremont, California, USA. My father, who once had property, status and prestige in Afghanistan, fled to the United States, leaving only his son Amir and two suitcases in his life.

Dad started looking for a job just one month after he arrived in America. As an assistant at a gas station owned by an Afghan acquaintance. Shift twelve hours a day. Dad often has tears in his eyes because of fatigue. Dad was asked to get an ID card when he was shopping. He flew into a rage and clashed with the shopkeeper. Because in Afghanistan, people check the scores on branches, and people trust each other. Unlike America, no one trusts anyone. ? Soon, my father ended the humiliating days of paying with food stamps. Mrs. dobbins, an immigration qualification examiner, said that this was the first time that she 15 years had met someone who refused to get a food stamp. Dad thinks it is shameful to live on the dole.

? 1984 Amir graduated from high school. Dad happily went to the bar to celebrate his son's birthday. Dad buys beer for everyone in the bar. This is dad's happiest day. Because Amir will go to college soon. After returning home, my father showed Amir the gift he bought for his son's coming to college-an old Ford. Dad mentioned Hassan at this happy moment. It's a pity that Hassan was not with them.

In summer, my father bought an old Volkswagen, which used to belong to a high school teacher in Kabul. With this used car, Amir and his father began to resell second-hand goods at the flea market. There are a large number of Afghans gathered here.

Amir's father met taheri, a former general of the Ministry of Defence in Kabul, and his daughter Suraya. Amir began to approach the beautiful Suraya, and Suraya's mother tried her best to set it up, but taheri opposed it.