Immigration To The US: A Short Story

Throughout the history of the United States immigration has become apart of our country’s fabric which, began centuries ago. Only to become a hot topic in the US in recent years with its primary focus being illegal immigrants. Illegal immigration is when people enter a country without government permission. As of 2008 the Center for Immigration Studies estimated that there are 11 million illegal immigrants in the US which is down from 2007‘s 12.5 million people. Although the Center for Immigration Studies estimates are very different from other estimates that range from 7 to 20 million. While the Pew Hispanic Center estimated in March of 2009 there are 11.1 million illegal immigrants and that number is from March 2007’s peak of 12

I believe that the ability to understand the world around you can tremendously influence a person. I have had the honors to experience many situations that broadened my perspectives in life. When I immigrated to America in 2006, I had no clue how greatly my education will be affected. Because my parents did not know any English, I had to accomplish all the work by myself. I understood their struggles of trying to put dinner on the table so I tried not to complain. They had given up their old life in Vietnam to give me a better education and opportunities, I did not want their effort to go in vain. Through my whole academic career, I pushed myself to do everything to my fullest potential because I have been given the opportunity that many other

I interview my father who arrive to the united states from Mexico The major problem that motive my father to migrate to the U.S.A were as he mention on pages (1-2) was an economically problem has he said since he was a child he grew up in a farm with his parents and brothers and sisters and had many struggles since the only one that work was his father. My grandfather did all he could to give him an education and a better life that he had that’s the same idea he view for me when he become a father he was young and money was like the priority to care for the necessary that a child has, but to get money you need to have a job. With salary he earned at my grandfather farm he knew was not enough to support himself and a child and he could

Jimmy has been on 3 operations, to interrogate his former friend, one of them on which he found very uncomfortable. At first, he thought this was a fantastic opportunity. When Mr. Johnson, the school principal, sent a call slip for him, he thought he was in trouble. After all, there was 2 uniformed officers with vests that read “FBI” on the back. The meeting was casual, and the principal explained about the program, and that he was chosen to become a member. He gladly agreed and stamped his finger on a document. His mom was also their, and she congratulated him on taking this opportunity.

“Early American immigration was sparse when the colonies were in time of conflict in the Revolutionary war. It was not until the late 1790s, Congress passed the first naturalization act.” (Horvat, 2006) During the 1700s many of the immigrants were from Christian background, The United states wanted to limit the number of drunks and the large majority of catholic decentness who refuses to assimilate since they just increased poverty levels and stole American jobs. So the united states began to limit the amount of ships entering the ports of the country.

In the United States, when “illegal immigrants” are mentioned, the first thing that would come to most people’s mind is the word “Hispanic”, due to Mexico and the United States’ geographic proximity. However, in spite of the country often being referred to as a “melting pot”, few Americans ever think of where the rest of the people in the States originally came from. For this particular reason, this paper will be contributing to the understanding of immigration to the United States, specifically of illegal immigrants, mainly from the Fujian province in China.

I returned home, returned to the same streets and hangouts, to the same people. Yet everything had moved on in my absence; perhaps it was foolish to imagine even one thing would remain the same. My few friends were beyond excited to embrace me and chatter, catching up like we never missed a beat. Afterwards, it was all too obvious that the gaping hole I left on departure had long since healed and scarred up. I'm no longer part of the natural flow of their lives, everyone's grown apart and there is an awkwardness I never expected.

In the mid-1800s, our country was known as the poorest in the Western World. That meant that we had very few money, so we had to live in a cabin, where we slept in straws on the bare ground and we shared the place with the family's pigs and chickens. Then the blight stroke Ireland and everything diversify.

A small old woman was flying back to California accompanied by her granddaughter. They walked to the security checkpoint and proceeded to put their things onto the conveyer belt. Container, laptop. Container, shoes, coat, backpack. Walk forward. Stand with your hands up. All clear. Now scramble to get everything back on.

One sunny day in the summer of 2012, I was up at my Aunt Jenny’s house when I got the unexpected call from my grandmother. I knew that my mom had health issues but I thought they were all solved when she got the first surgery when she was 14, but I never thought that I was going to nearly lose my mom again from the same situation. It was hard to know that I could have lost her so abruptly. It was extremely hard to get used to my mom being in the hospital and having to learn what I was going to do next in life. I tried to keep myself occupied so I would not have to think about her in the condition she was in but that only made me more depressed than I was to begin with. I did not have any one to talk to about it and I just kept all my feelings inside because I did not want anyone to know how horrible I truly felt. I started to understand for what reason and why it happened when I met to my best friend of four years. Sophie is a big

Immigration to the United States has been happening since the Mayflower landed at Plymouth Rock in 1492. America is one of the most diverse nations in the world, attracting people from every corner of the globe in hopes of a better way of life. America in the past has relied on migrant workers to balance the economies growth when internal resources have been exhausted; moreover, the agriculture business has depended on the seasonal employment of migrant workers from Mexico to meet the labor demand. Programs have been created in the past granting work contracts for the flood of Mexican labor into the United States, and new work programs are being analyzed to suffice the needs of

I still remember the times I would have to wake up at 5 in the morning to go to my aunt’s house. My parents started work early in the morning which meant they were unable to send me to school. I never complained to my parents about this because I was so used to it, it had been my daily routine for so long. But in mind I did think about why I was waking up so early if the bus didn’t arrive until 8 in the morning. It took time for me to understand that going

The death of my father changed our family dynamics as my mom fell into a deep depression and one year later tried to commit suicide. She didn’t succeed, but for years I felt she wished she had, because many attempts were made throughout the course of my childhood without success.

At the age of twelve years old, I lost my mother due to liver disease. Came home from school just to see her take her last breathe. She was laying there with a family picture in her hands. I never saw someone turn blue as their eyes turned yellow. The warmth of her body was slowly leaving as she was turning cold. I laid next to her and asked her to get up or say something to me, she laid their so stiff and quiet. It felt so unreal. I didn’t know our last hug and kiss was going to be so cold. I didn’t know what to say or think, all I felt were tears coming down my face. My siblings and I missed a couple days of school due to the funeral arrangements and the mourning of our mother. A few weeks later, I came home from school with the devastating news that my father along with three of my siblings were deported back to Mexico. I was left with my fourteen year old sister, with no family in the United States that could have come to our rescue. I sat in my parent’s room and looked at our family pictures. All the family memories kept rushing through my head. I felt numb and empty wondering if I was still alive or was this the feeling you feel when you’re dead. There were only two questions in my head how will my sister and I survive? Will I make it to see the next day?

Have you ever felt lost in the world, with nobody to turn to, in one of the darkest moments of your life? It was Friday, March 6, 2015 when my life got turned upside down. I was at track practice getting warmed up when my mother unexpectedly walked in. My brother and I both looked into each others eyes and knew something was wrong. As my mother talked to the coaches my brother and I gathered up our things and got ready to leave practice to go with my mother. The car ride home was a silent one as my mother did not want to break the devastating news until we got home. I remember walking into my kitchen, sitting my bags down, and my mother saying “your grandpa passed away earlier today.” I was speechless as I walked into my bedroom, put my face in my pillow and began to cry. My life had been changed forever.