An Old American Woman
In 2024, I landed in Chicago where it snows every year. I was born and grew up in Vietnam, which never has snow, so I did not know how to prepare for the winter season. I came to the U.S in August 2025, and everything was very new. I rented a house from an old American woman who became my landlady and still is today. She was warm, took care of me all the time and helped me whenever I needed. When autumn was ending and winter was coming, I experienced the cold and snow for the first time. Despite many new and difficult things for me, my landlady made me realize the truth about American hospitality.
The more autumn was amazing, the more winter was surprising. In the first weeks of that winter, the weather was changing, and I could clearly feel the temperature drop. When I went to buy some food in the market, many people were wearing warm clothes, gloves and winter shoes that I had never seen before. That year, snow started falling around the middle of November. The temperature became lower, and I eventually got sick. I tried to eat and took medicine because I was afraid of going to the emergency room. This was the first time I experienced this weather, and my landlady knew this. She sent messages everyday to make sure I stayed safe, warm and healthy. She reminded me to be careful if I went outside, and asked me to cover all my skin. She also taught me how to keep the pipes from freezing. It was a huge problem if the pipes burst. After a few days, the snow became thicker. It was cold and messy, but she came to my house and gave me some food and medicine. I was surprised a lot because she was old and lived far from my neighborhood, and I did not want her to come to my house because it was very dangerous. Even though snow was falling, she came and helped me shovel snow around my house every morning in the whole winter.
When I was growing up in Vietnam, I used to hear people around me always say American culture had many good things. I did not understand at that time, but now I almost understood exactly what they meant. All of these experiences with my landlady, however, did not match what I was told growing up, but she made me want to become a person like her.
I was not raised here, and I knew the way I live depends on the environment I really lived in. Studying abroad was my dream, and my parents also. They always want me to become a person who is independent and successful, that’s why they sent me to the U.S. I will study in Chicago for a total of four years so hopefully I can learn it. After four years, when I go back to my country, my parents will see the difference between me, before and after. I will keep talking about my experiences from Chicago with everyone around me because I really appreciate what I have received in America.







