Migration/Immigration Narrative paragraph!

Hi, my name is Emma. I'm a normal flight attendance and I am sitting next to a small girl about 7-8 years old. "So where do you live?" I asked her. "I live in America! It's my first time on a plane!" She responded with her cute little voice. The moment I started a conversation with her, the more I learn about her; more than an average person would know about someone they just met. Her name is Rose Peterson. Currently, she is immigrating from America to Philippine. Her dad is a solider working for an army force in Afghanistan. Due to her father's condition, he no longer can move out of Asia. She told me that it was the affect of the pull factor, which means that Philippine, was the only place she could live nearest with her dad right now. Her dad was forbidden to move out of Asia right now, since he did not have an immigrating passport.

"Where's your mum?" I asked her. "Daddy told me that Mommy is going to a far place! In the North Pole! She's living with Santa!" She told me. Internal migration, I thought to myself. It seems like history's repeating itself, for me at least. My dad used to be in a war too, just like hers. My family had to move to his hometown instead of Philippine like Rose, but we were poor that time, we had to negotiate and work for the affordable amount of money. I guess she had to move to meet her father; she must miss him a lot, while me, I must move there. If not, I won't have anyone to help me working, we were broke and the landlord was very cruel. "Daddy said that, he misses the atmosphere of nature in America. He was very sad, because that place he's in right now is dirty, and unhealthy, and not fun at all." Then she told me that she doesn't want to move to Philippine, because she doesn't know how to act to new people, and she was afraid that she would be picking on, since she's white. "Don't be that sad. There are good things too! Have you ever wondered how the atmosphere will be like? Change of weather and climate? It would be so fun! Trust me!" After my sentence, she then told me how she misses America, the birds, the squirrels, wondered how she will see snow again. She would also miss the place she had breakfast at, her friends, her school, she missed everything in America. I glanced over to look at her and noticed that she's sleeping, I let her sleep and let myself fell into a deep slumber, too.