An Immigrant: A Short Story

Hello reader, I’m about to tell you a story of some of my life. I am not normally one to volunteer details about myself, which I’ll remain somewhat reserved or completely leave some events out of this autobiography. Nonetheless, I believe I can still make my story interesting for the reader. I was born 1979, in Tampa, Florida; which, is also the same day my biological father decided to leave my mother and I. My mother isn’t a native Floridian, but had moved there with her family when she was still an infant, and had spent most of her life growing up in Florida. Needless to say, my father leaving was not an exciting time for my mother and I. Although she was employed Jimmy Cater was president and had taken the nation into

Even when I asked him to leave me alone he never let me stay alone he stood in place and said to keep calm and forget it as if it didn't matter at all.

     It started like any other day up on the hills of Rhein, but that day had the scent of freedom floating in the air. The journey ahead of me had been teasing me for weeks, I was just so anxious to get away and start all over again. I had made certain arrangements before I left, our family dog was not allowed on the ship that we were going to be arriving in America, so I had my parents take care of the dog for us. It was a hard thing to do seeing that the dog had become more than just a pet to the children and I, for we almost would recognize him as a family member. Most of our possessions we were able to keep with us, but we had to keep the load light since it was going to be a tight stay in the steerage. I

He seems to not believe me but this man I met at the gym has been following me ever since I met him. “louis I swear there is a man after me, I have been seeing him at night, I really think he is trying to kill me”

I am Martin Gutierrez a retire veteran that was with United States Marine Corps who recently got done doing 10years. I got out from the military on March 10, 2017. I am not going to tell you my whole life story about me because this is not about my life but about me trying to buy a residential apartment in Chicago area around Humboldt park. I have a friend his name is Pedro. He is in charge of the apartment building and want to sell it for $500,000 to me but I don't have great credit score due I have paid off car loan which I had for almost 3 years and decide to pay it off completely to be able to relief some of my debt ratio so I can be able to afford purchase a house at the time. When I have paid off my car note my credit score drop from

Today, I witnessed a young woman with her little daughter dropped multiple hundred bills in the parking lot prior to getting in her car. An associate saw the woman dropped her money and tried to get her attention, but was successful, so he puts the money in his pocket. I instantly approached the woman and briefly told her what I just witnessed. She asked me to go back to the store with her to vouch for her to the store manager. I agreed. Once we informed the store manager and confronted the associate who put the money inside his pocket instead of reporting it to security or his manger. She was able to procure her money back. Then, she told me I was a life saver. The woman explained to me she just got laid and really needed the money to support

I moved away from my friends and town i grew up in. I thought that moving away well decrease my intelleges and well become a bad influence and depressed. I was already depressed since we started packing, but i tried so hard to hangout has much as possible, they even helped me pack things and get back into my house when i was locked out when my parents left without warning. I was also sad because i broke up with my girlfriend because i was moving, she didn't do long-distance relationships, she’d helped me smile and enjoy life, but it change now. All i say to her was bye and couldn't bare remembering but it was hard to forget something beautiful. My friend surprised me and cheered me up a little and then

The toughest time I went through was saying goodbye to my friends and moving to Minnesota when I was in 2nd grade. When we pack up our house and left for Minnesota I thought I wouldn’t ever see them again. It turns out a few months later we went back to Illinois and we got to visit my school and friends again. It was After getting to spend time bitter sweet. I felt excited and very sad at

Those hugs and excitement later turned into hellos, those hellos’ later turned into once in a while smiles, those smiles later turned into oblivion. We made new friends. This happened over and over, like a routinely habit you couldn’t break. Friends were like replaceable pieces; I guess that meant we weren’t really friends.

The first time I went back home after coming to college was a rollercoaster of emotions. After arriving home I was embraced with open arms by my mom and dad. This was the first time I had seen them since being dropped off at college and I suddenly realized how much I missed them. I called every so often but being in my own home being able to talk and with them was something I hadn’t ever experienced. All of my worries about homework and future exams were gone and I got to enjoy the company of my parents. At the beginning of college I constantly felt like I couldn’t be myself. Coming home these feelings vanished because I was surrounded by those who loved me. After spending a few hours catching up, I went to reconnect with my high school friends.

Moving away from all of your best friends can be a real tragedy in a sixteen-year-old teenagers life. It’s hard to get up and go eight hundred miles away from everyone you know and everything you grew up around. I had this happen to me about three years ago and it is the largest change I have ever had to adjust to in my life. It wasn’t the changes around me that I was bothered by; it was that I did not know one living soul for hundreds of miles and all I wanted was a friend.     

I 'm still deep in mourning...again. Only, it 's not over the death of a loved one. I 'm mourning the loss of yet another illusion of a longtime friendship with someone who supposedly loved me and wanted the best for me. In hindsight, I 'm not sure I believe that was ever the case. This was not just anyone, but someone I have considered "family" for a long time, who let me know that sentiment was not mutual in no uncertain terms, despite claiming otherwise for years. Since the "final straw" incident, I have come to the harsh realization through dissecting and reflecting on the entirety of our relationship, that I have been confusing this person 's now evident disdain for me with love, because that 's what I was taught love is supposed to

This past summer was like a roller-coaster for me, my emotions went from extremely happy one moment to feeling down the next. In the beginning of the

For months everything was perfect just like most relationships, we weren’t fully comfortable, we didn’t argue, we didn’t have a lack of trust. It was absolutely perfect. Once we came to about 6 months he left for the first time, and it broke my heart. We had our space, worked things out and eventually got back together. After a couple more months of being okay, he left again. Once again we gave each other space, worked through it and got back together. After finally working everything out i had a concern of a girl he was around and had been talking to. He had promised that it was nothing and that they were just childhood friends, i believed him at first until it started to become more frequent. After fighting about that many times, he ended up leaving, and that third time had me absolutely shattered from the inside, out. I had a very low self esteem, and couldn’t find it in myself to stay healthy and happy. I let myself fall through very deep cracks, and wasn’t sure how I would back out.

Even though I tried. For some reason only depressed people understand depressed people. I don’t understand why it has to be that way, but Its just that way. But anyway at the end of the day I could get him to understand and I couldn’t save us. I’ve beaten myself up over that everyday. I don’t know how he ever felt, but I felt like I was some evil villain trying to destroy his happiness even though I know I wasn’t. I was just trying to save myself and it suck that in order to save myself I had to hurt someone I loved. This is all some much and I don’t even know how to let go of it all. I used to be so mad at him. I hated him forever thing, but I hated me more. I hate the fact that I could hold on to the only person that thought I was special.