My Dream

My father left the last two weeks of my first semester during my sophomore year without telling my family about it. He told me to keep it a secret, and I assumed he would eventually tell my mom. My father never did. It was frustrating how could he trust me with that type of information. I always seen him as a hard-working person willing to take challenges that face him; however, for him to run away from telling his own wife was discouraging. My emotions spiraled throughout

My mother, three brothers, two sisters and I began to travel to places to collect all the required documents we needed in order to prepare for our appointment, which was to take place in Ciudad Juarez. I was more than thrilled to go places and tell people I was soon leaving to the United States, because that 's where everyone wanted to go and we were the lucky ones. On the other hand, the rest of them were leaving everything behind – their family and friendships. I didn 't have anything to lose because they were all to me; they had their lives there and now an unexpected letter was taking everything away. The truth is my father had petitioned for us just for the sake of it, thinking we wouldn 't get approved but destiny proved other wise. The plan my parents envisioned was taking this opportunity and returning to Mexico the following year with our residency status

Arriving at a foreign country at the age of eleven years old was and exiting and yet intimidating experience. High buildings, wide roads, newer and nicer cars on the streets were some of the first things I noticed when I arrived to the city of Los Angeles CA. Living in a country where you were not born in could be difficult some times. Although Spanish is spoken at a grand scale in CA, it was difficult to communicate with and understand the teachers from my classes at the elementary level since all they spoke was English. Los Angeles is a city of great diversity, therefore it is believed to be the perfect place for any person arriving from another country to not feel like a foreign, such believe

It seems like just yesterday Mom was telling me to pack my bags. We were living in a small farming town just outside Catarina, Mexico. Times were really tough and Dad had lost his job. My family knew of people moving to the United States for work, but my family never considered it. Our entire family resides in Mexico; the thought of moving was unbearable.

We made tons of plans to build a life with one another. We knew the crazy wild and free days of us being young would eventually come to an end and we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. We talked for hours, planning our lives together. How many children we would have, what we would name them, how our house would look, everything. it would all turn to nothing though.

My mom was sad she left behind her whole family her mom, step dad, sister, and grandparent. Although it wasn’t a lot of people they meant the world to her. In Canada she always felt homesick. My mom couldn’t speak any English so the most communicating she would do on a daily basis was got to Tim Horton’s and ask for a coffee for herself and a treat for her son.

Both my mom and dad were born and grew up in the little part of southern Colorado, commonly known as, the San Luis Valley. Which was the place that we were going. We packed our bags and headed, roughly, one thousand miles away from the place I

One of the hardest things for me is moving to Georgia. I was going to miss my grandma, dad, and my sisters. The trip was long and hot it. There were five of us in the car plus a We were almost out of gas and there wasn’t a gas station for miles I was terrified then we finally made it. We were living

The first time I set foot in Mexico was when I was four years old, with my uncle and cousins. We had gone to see the circus, but at that time my parents didn’t understand how important it was for me to have a

When I was about five years old I had something happen to me that would change forever. My life before this was not the best and was really confusing to understand and that was because I was always moving into different houses with my mom and would always have a new dad which as a little kid you don’t really know what is going on and have to just deal with it. My mother was not the best and did not take really good care of me.

     Anyway, the day my dad moved out was a day of mixed emotions, I felt like the largest weight in the world had been lifted off of my shoulders and at the same time the sadness that I felt was just weighing me back down. I was so glad my dad was finally going to take a stand and stop the arguing but I was so sad that he was going to have to leave to do it.

When I was about four years old my dad was still working in the military. Then one late afternoon my dad calls a family meeting in the dining room then BOOM he tells us that he got a new job offer and that we’re moving virginia. I didn't really know what that meant cause I was 4 but my sister was devastated Because she had tons of friends at school and at home and she liked it. So we packed our bags and set out to virginia.

My Father is an Air Traffic Controller in the military and he had been given word that he had been given orders to move from Elmendorf AFB in Anchorage, Alaska to Eglin AFB in Niceville, Florida in two months. I remember when my parents told me that we were moving. I was sitting in the living room with my sister when my Dad and Mom came and joined us to break the news. Once they sat down I could tell something was wrong, I could feel my heart racing and the temperature rising. Once they said the words, “we are moving to Florida” I could feel my heart sink because that meant going to a new school, new friends and no more spending time with my family. Alaska was my home and I never thought we would leave. I was scared for what the future held, but I had no idea that it would make such an impact on my life and shape me into the person I am today.

I will never forget that day, the day I casually walked downstairs to find my parents sitting face to face at the kitchen table with both arms crossed and a serious look on their faces. I slowly walk towards my dad who is reaching out to give me a hug, looking at me with his sorrowful eyes, tells me that he will be moving out. At the time, I remember feeling confused, but I did not feel so emotionally affected because I was only just 5 years old. Being raised in a single parent household has been a challenge in my life and has impacted me through financial problems, social situations, and maturity.

Our family was moving from our old house in the county into a new house in the city. We had to do this, because my mom had just given birth to my younger