My First Birthday Of The State Of Michoacan, Mexico Essay

It has been 11 years since we have arrived to Los Angeles, California. I can still remember the feeling of when my father had said to us that he we would be moving to a far place to try to find better jobs for my mother and him because with the two jobs my father had and the washing and ironing of other peoples clothes my mom did was not bringing enough money to support my sisters and me and did they wanted to provide a better life for my sisters and me. Mexico was such a poor country that my parents could not see themselves make enough money to support my sisters and me, let alone see us get a better education. So my parents decide to migrate to the United States with one of my mother’s brother. We arrived in Los Angeles, California on

Be an immigrant changed completely my life. In match 2015 my family and I received our visa, so my parents decided to go to live to the united states because we would have a better future. It was a very difficult decision for me because I had already started a career and this means that I would change schools and I would no longer see my friends. After two months later, the day arrives, we finally would travel to the U.S. Me and my friends were so sad. The sky began to cloud and it started to rain, this made me even sadder. Then we go on the plane. During the flight, I could not stop crying. Eventually, we got to the city of Chicago. In the airport, my uncle and his friend were waiting for us. He gave us a tour of the new neighborhood in which

As much as I loved living in Mexico as a child I always missed my father, I spend 6 birthdays, 6 Christmases, and 6 Father’s days without him. Even though he called every single day, my sister and I needed him to be in our lives physically. I know it was also very difficult for my parents to be apart and my dad suffered deeply but he was sacrificing to give us a better future. In the summer of 2007, when

We waited two years and nothing happened, our father was very sad and confused about what he could do now. At the same time, he knew there was nothing he could do; it was all up to the immigration center of Sweden to decide our future. Then one day, it was our Holliday called Eid, my mother had her friend with her children over at our house to have a dinner with us, and she told her that they are about to move to United States the next month. My mother was very happy and excited for her friend and asked her how she did it. My mother told her that my fathers had been in Sweden for five years now and still nothing was happening. My mother’s friend told her she needed to apply at the United States immigration center that was located in Moscow and try to see if we would get accepted. Then the next day January of 2004 my mother and I went to the United States immigration center, and we applied for the permanent residence ship to any state. After two months, we received a call from the United States immigration center that we are scheduled for an interview; we all were very excited and happy that we might move to United States, to a country that is known as the dream land and freedom. When we give our interview the person who was interviewing us asked us why we wanted to go to the United States. The answer was very simple to all of my family; it was education, freedom

In 2004, a family of four boarded on a plane from Brazil to Mexico, leaving their homeland with the purpose of pursuing their dream to move to the United States. Thirteen years later, the youngest of the family tells the story of his journey at the age of three in the United States. He’s now sixteen years old and says he prefers to be referred to “Patriot X” rather than his real name. He claims he’s a patriot without citizenship and affirms that he would like to enlighten me about his struggles and his crushed and accomplished dreams.

I was born and raised in the United States but my family was not born here, they came from an area south of Los Angeles, Mexico. In the border between the United States and Mexico, many immigrants have lost their lives attempting to achieve their promise dream. Many immigrants who cross the border pursue the American Dream. My family was one of the many immigrant families who attempted and fortunately succeeded in crossing over the border. My father’s family originated from Guadalajara, Jalisco, México. Many families just like mine risked their lives attempting to not only get to the border, but to cross it as well. My family did not differ much from the other immigrant families who sought to achieve economic stability and prosperity here

As the plane slowly landed on the airport terminal in Washington D.C., my parents held their excitement. After the long fight of waiting on the list and doing all the immigration paperwork, they awed that they finally arrived here in the United States, the land of opportunity and freedom. My parents immigrated to the United States from Vietnam. They hoped to seek a better future for themselves and for future generations. When I was a young child, my parents put in many grueling hours of work to support our family. My mother worked as a waitress and a cashier at a Chinese restaurant while my father worked at a steel factory where he assembled parts for furniture. They both worked for minimum wages which made it more difficult to have extra money to enjoy and relax. As our family lived here in the United States, my parents received some harsh judgements and critiques from American citizens. My mother got some feedback for her limited English skills, and she got taunted for that. My father openly practiced his cultural beliefs which differed from American traditional values and customs. He prayed and meditated to his God with his special incense. This behavior received some backlash from others in his workplace. As we continued to live here in the United States, immigrants widespread such like my parents have received negative judgements and misconceptions from Americans. The topic of immigration has became more controversial due to border patrol issues and illegal immigration

Your family had big dreams. You were so small when you came to the US, just 6 years old. So innocent. Coming from Mexico City, its drastically different. You had no clue what was ahead of you. School was most difficult, you spent 3 years in an English learning class. Even after, many things seemed hard for you to comprehend. Yet, you stayed strong. When you got to high school things changed, all that work had paid off. From then on you only took honors and ap classes. You were president of National

When I was in 9th grade my dad almost got deported and it shattered my heart. He spent almost a year in an immigration detention center and my family went through a challenging time. My mom wasn't able to work so we had to borrow money from friends and relatives and live on our bare necessities. I was so worried, I thought my family would have to move back to Mexico. But thanks to God he was able to get his US residency. Last year, I was also able to obtain my residency through the Program DACA, which stands for Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals. DACA is a policy passed by President Obama which lets certain immigrants be able to stay in the country. It was an amazing experience. I finally felt like I actually belonged here. Every day I try to do my best in everything because I know my parents struggled to come to this country to improve my lie. I’m pleased to say that I will be the first person in my family to attend college. This means so much to me because I want to be a Nurse Practitioner, which will allow me to help others. I’ve chosen this career because I want to be able to volunteer my services to those who can’t afford the necessary

It all stared at the age of five on hot summer day, the heat was horrible it was as though my very skin was had skipped the meting phase and had gone directly evaporating. To make the situation even worst, my family migrated from Nogales Sonora to Tucson Arizona in an old rusty car that had no working AC. Thinking back I really didn’t know the difference between a person born in the United States and a person born in Mexico, I didn’t even know there was a US and Mexico. I just thought my family was moving from one city to another and had no idea that every member of my family was a US citizen except my dad. Once in school later on in the years, I met a few friends that claimed to not be from the US but were in the country ever since they can

I was born in Merida, Mexico. That special day my father was in prison, he would leave our family by my fourth birthday. It would take me eight years to reunite with him in America. With two sisters and a single mother, I became the man of the house at a young age. Neither of my parents finished a high school education. I held my first job at age seven cleaning windshields at stoplights for any available change, in an effort to alleviate my mother’s burdens. My life experiences have taught me resiliency, hard work, and determination.

“My parents have been keeping a secret from me” my best friend Katia told me one day during our Algebra II class. I looked at her in confusion I didn’t understand why she was so upset, or any idea what her parents would be hiding from her. Looking at her, her face ever so frustrated, she told me “I don’t have a social security, I wasn’t born here, I’m an illegal immigrant”. This was very heavy news, considering the fact that we were only sophomores in high school. I couldn’t imagine the devastation she had to face when she was told by her parents that she couldn’t do or participate in certain things because of her immigration status, that discovery of course, she told me, was very hard for her. Anxiety over deportation should not have been a constant fear for her or anyone’s high school agenda, failing a course, now this, should have been the only scary thing about being in high school. Being the child of two illegal immigrants,who had just received their United States residency, myself, I saw how much my parents struggled. Both of my parents come from underprivileged families who immigrated to the United States came from Mexico to achieve a better life as teenagers. They later met here, got married, and had me here in San Jose, where I became a first generation United States citizen. I saw the amount of time and especially money invested in obtaining their residency, something, by what I understand, a high schooler has a very limited supply of. Time

Moving to the United States at age of 15 without knowing English was a big challenge for me, Jose Emmanuel Rojas Liquidano. It was a big change in my life and for my family too, my family is made of 8 members; my dad, mom, 3 brothers, and 2 sisters. I was born and raised in Nogales, Sonora, Mexico. Out of all my siblings I am the only one that was born in Mexico; all my siblings are U.S. citizens. I have managed to overcome the obstacles due to not being U.S citizen, with the help of my parents.

What do you think would happen if you had to leave your home and leave everything behind for a better life? How do you think your family would adapt to this new place? Would they be happy? These are questions every immigrant faces before leaving their home country. In my case I was a 7 year old girl, who was told she would all of a sudden have to leave school, say good-bye to all her friends, and leave everything behind. If you think that's hard, imagine coming to a country where you can't communicate with most people because you don’t speak their language. These are some of the many challenges I faced coming to the United States as a little girl.

I did not want to become an illegal alien. I was new to this country, however, I knew that it was not a good idea to stay longer than allowed. I had heard so many stories about “illegal aliens.” I did not want to be one of them. I conveyed my plans to my father. I told him I would go back to Nicaragua with my family, and maybe we could start a business. My idea was to purchase goods in America and sell them in Nicaragua. My father rejected my idea and clearly stated that I was staying regardless. My heart sunk when he said it did not matter if I wanted to stay or not because he had hidden my passport and my flight tickets. I started crying, and felt deceived. Out of respect to my very strict father, I did not question or fight him. Originally, he had asked me to come visit him in America. He said he would give me a tour of Los Angeles,