Mexico-Personal Narrative

Waving goodbye from the backseat of the car, as we pull out of my parent’s driveway. Looking out the window at the oddly, white shaped clouds. Thinking, I had never been away from my parents and my younger sister for so long, even though it was only for two weeks. I was excited and scared all at once, but I wasn’t too thrilled about the whole 29-hour drive there. Hoping that the trip would go well and nothing bad will happen to us.

I was sitting on the couch with my brother and sister watching television when my mom and dad came to ask us if we wanted to go to Mexico with our aunt and cousins and we said yes we were all excited because we were finally going to get to meet our family members that live there.

Every year I go to Mexico, during spring break and summer. It's always relaxing laying on the beach or going on a nice refreshing swim in the 70 degree water. It was an average day down in mexico during the summer of 2017; I remember my family and I relaxing at home after a long day on the boat. I was feeding the street dog because I could tell she was either having puppies, or already had puppies. She was starving to death, her ribs were showing, I knew I had to help her. I started feeding her three times a day so she could start producing milk if she’s already had the puppies; or so she could keep the puppies healthy while she was still pregnant. A few days later I walked outside to feed her, and I hear whimpering like the sound newborn puppies

My family’s euphoria refueled our motivation to chase the American Dream. I finally started kindergarten after 5 months in the United States. I had already finished kindergarten in Mexico, but due to my birthday being after August and because I was yet to learn to write and speak English, I was forced to repeat kindergarten. I was learning to speak English at a surprising rate. Everything was going more smoothly for the family. Although not as an electrician, my father found a job and I helped him with some of the English I knew to fill out applications and communicate with people. I finally started to feel that life in the U.S might be worth

Currently, as stated above, our children are of ages five and nine. They truly are inextricable towards their father. Fernando Jr. Is currently in 3rd grade at elementary school. He is a very smart child and has a huge heart. On the other hand, Melissa, is truly full of energy, excitement, and is exceptionally intelligent. I know that as a mother, if I have to be away for awhile, it would be devastating for me. It would make me feel angered, anxious, and of course depressed. I would never want to come home to my kids not being able to greet their father like they usually do, with hugs and kisses. Also, knowing that I will not be able to have the financial support of my husband will devastate me. Currently my husband and I are employed. I am

The sun was shining bright and a clear ocean blue sky in Mexico. It was a great start that morning until, Elizabeth had to make a difficult decision that could change her whole life. She has four siblings and her mom and dad. Her parents didn't make enough money to pay for school and for other multiple things. So Elizabeth and her siblings would just stay at home and help out their mom clean around the house. Sometimes they would just mess around at home not helping out with their mom.

Life is an adventure where “new” is something you need to be accustomed too. Going through new phases of life as it began when I was 4-years-old reminded me that there is a new life coming soon with an advanced way of living. Also, it promised that I will see my father when I arrived to this fascinating America. Going to a country where I was classified as an immigrant, I was thrilled to go to this paradise of joy. While I traveled from my home to the airport, I was visualizing my new life and thinking of what I will see. Saying good bye to my relatives and mourning after every step I moved away for them was difficult.

Last year in October I came from school as usual I remember that day was very cold and I was covered in winter clothes my stomach growled from the hunger I had, so I went to eat a hot soup so that the cold would take away. While I ate the soup I listened as my parents talked I could not hear clearly so I decided to go quietly to listen to my parents they decided to move from Mexico to United States the reason why my parents decided that it was better to go to the United States was for job reasons, while I processed everything they said suddenly my mother called me along with my younger brother and explained the reasons why it was necessary for us to leave.

Coming from Mexico was a difficult transition, but looking back at that memory, it is a reminder that anything is possible. I remember the sun felt like an oven most days. Sweat ran down my back and through my clothes. One summer day I walked to meet my new future,however, I kept thinking and admiring my beautiful country: Mexico. Time passed by quickly From the time I woke until the time I reached the airplane. My feet weakened with pain and excitement. Pain because I was leaving my family behind to find a better future or myself. I knew,the trees, the beautiful flowers: the lilies, the Violets, The marigolds, and the strong yet satisfying smell of el chile. I felt excitement because I would be able to see something new that would become

Growing up in Mexico, I was blessed with the opportunity to have a good home and a good education in one of the best private schools available. In a city with very underdeveloped outskirts, I was able to notice the good and the bad in life side by side and it gave me a new perspective on what life is really like.

The urge to type one more sentence was overwhelming. I could never finish the last few chapters. My inspiration slipped through my fingers like a breeze blowing through the leaves of a tree. After the crash, my focus disappeared and so did my brother. His death affected everyone in our small town we called home. He was the star quarterback at the high school, the family favorite, the smartest in his class, but besides that he was my best friend. My parents were devastated that he wasn’t there so they decided to move all the way from Hawaii to a small town in Florida close to the beach with my aunt Bailey, without me. Aunt Bailey was always the adventurer. I believe that’s where Cody and I got it from. Our parents made it pretty obvious that

I can still remember my stomach feeling so sick when I first got on an airplane.One of the biggest thing I had to overcome in my life was moving to the United States. I knew my life was about to change when I finally got my traveling papers. I was born in the Dominican Republic and spent most of my young years in my homeland so I knew something big was coming. My family and I took this big step just so we can have a better education, better jobs, a better life, just so we can have the “American Dream”.

“It will be fun,” is what my mother said to me as the whole family began to pile into a big minivan leaving my grandparents house in Mexico to go to a pizza place. It was July 9th, my 13th birthday and without really asking me. My family decided I would want pizza. So around ten of my family members packed into a minivan meant for seven. On the way there everyone was speaking Spanish all at once and I didn’t fully understand what they were saying. The restaurant was in a weird little cul de sac, but instead of houses they were clothing shops and restaurants but none of them actually sold Mexican food.

My summer was completely over. I love my grandmother and everything, but she had just annihilated what I had been looking forward to the ENTIRE year.

Blinded, torn, and homesick was the word to describe the mood that filled the bus that took us to the airport. Suddenly, I felt a punch in my tummy as the bus passed people with baskets on their heads and hunts that people lived in. My mind was filled with different thoughts. My innerself debated whether things will ever be the same again. For example, I asked myself, “will I get to climb another mango tree when I reach to my destination?” “Will this be the last time I get to set my eyes on the forest that surrounded my home?” “How will I get in touch with the friends I was leaving behind especially my dearest older sister?” All these questions never crossed my mind through the whole process until I was taken to the airport with my family to to the plane that would change my whole reality.