My Long Term Goals Of The United States

I am an immigrant and my parents live in Eritrea, a small country in Africa, while I came to the United States back in the 1990s at age 18 as a student, in pursuit of the American Dream. As a family, we didn 't have much growing up and struggled at times to make ends meet. I was raised by a single mother due to a war, my father was gone. My mother wanted me to get an education and live the life that she never had. Since I lived in a poor country, I couldn 't help myself but work hard and support my family at age 12. She pushed for me to go to the USA to go school to become educated. I was very blessed to have found a sponsor to bring me to the United States.

Martin Luther King Jr. gave an amazing speech about how to set up your life’s blueprint and how no matter how hard life is or how many times you failed you keep moving forward. In his speech he says “ Number one in your life’s blueprint should be a deep belief in your own dignity, your own worth and your own somebodiness. Don’t allow anybody to make you feel that you are nobody. Always feel that you count. Always feel that you have worth, and always feel that your life has ultimate significance.” I can relate to this because I would let people put me down and say nothing about it and people

My birth took place in Mar del Plata, Argentina, into a family of six including myself. Years passed, my mother gave birth to a girl and was pregnant soon after to another. My father, a strong laboring mechanic decided that it was time he moved his three boys and soon to be three girls from the home he literally built with his bare hands alone, to another country with grander opportunities, not for himself, but for his six children. He decided that with the money that cost him years of tireless work and stress he could only afford passage for himself. He set off for the United States and for months he worked day in and day out, any job he could get his hands on. He paid for our flight and had a modest, dainty apartment awaiting our arrival.

I grew up in a small town in the state of Michoacan, Mexico until a few weeks after my seventh birthday. In 2001, after six years since my father petitioned to have us come to the United States with him and finally he had received a letter from U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services that his request had been approved. Being of that age, I was my mother’s companion everywhere, however, all I could grasp from those conversations was that we were going to the United States. I don 't think any of us knew what this meant or to what extent this would change our lives, not even my parents whom I thought knew it all.

Juana’s and Adelina’s stories are slightly similar to mine but overall they are quite different. Me and my sister were born here in the United States. I was born in San

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.

Hi, I’m Anna Sophia Wager and I am from Germany. I immigrated to the United States in 1908. There was a big drought and my mother and father were very ill. I was helping my parents and my other family. One day, my father pulled me aside after school. I was a teacher at Berlin British School. He talked very softly. “Anna Sophia,” My father said, “Here is a ticket to Americana. Go and find Ben.” Ben was my older brother. My parents gave him a ticket to the United States. I looked at the ticket. It was a ticket that was golden brown. I gave my father a hug and ran to my room. I started packing, I didn’t know what was ahead of me. It was finally my third week on the crowded boat. When I look own the steerage door I see the dirty faces, hard lumpy beds, and chunky slimy soup.

It was July 25th, 2003 when the first Ciudadana was born, seven pounds three ounces at 3:28 pm. I was the joy of my parent’s, brother, tias, tios , and primos ( aunt’s, uncle’s, and couisins. I was the one that had a chance, first generation. My parents describe it as an emotional experience. I was my Father’s first child and my moms only girl. It was in that room where history was made for the Mora Hernandez Morales Martinez family. The hardest part is that none of my grandmothers were there to see me growing up, they were at “home”

I came to the United States on October 1st 2009. As an eight-year-old, I didn’t realize the changes my life was about to go through. I would always dream of coming to the united states because of the amount of opportunities that I could have here, that I could never have in El Salvador. Although, I didn’t comprehend that would mean leaving my whole family and making such a huge change in my life. Growing up in El Salvador I got used to depending on my family and having their support no matter what. After I moved the changes were really hard for me: Not having my family around, learning a new language, and getting used to a new lifestyle; took me some time to get used to.

I was born in Kerala, India and was raised in Chicago, IL. I came to America at the age of three hoping for a better future. My father came to America first, and he lived with my Aunt who had three sons. After two years my father saved enough money to bring my mom, sister, and I to the US. During this time he would work as a dishwasher at a nursing home to support my family. After a month of living with my Aunty and her kids my dad found an apartment to rent. Eventually, we moved into a tiny one-bedroom apartment with my family. That was the hardest time period for me due to language barriers. My sister and I started to learn English. However, my parents were struggling to learn a new language so we would have to go everywhere with them to translate. Another, difficulty that we faced was financial issues. At that time we were making ends-meet and we were scraping every penny that we got. Afterwards, my mom got her CNA license she started working two jobs when I was only four years old. Even till this day she is still working two jobs to support the

I was born on Friday, January 4, 2002 to Mr. and Mrs. Reynaldo Sepulveda. The first born child of an anchor baby and an immigrant. My parents lived in Monterrey, Mexico for nine months after marriage. I was conceived there. My life would’ve been different if I was born and raised there. When I was about two, I was showing autistic symptoms. My mom was pregnant at the time and if I was diagnosed with autism, I would be sympathetic if she was raising two newborns: A week old girl and a three year old boy. By the time I was in Pre-K, the symptoms were starting to fade

I come from a family of immigrants. My parents and both of my older sisters were born in Mexico. My father came to the United States with his brothers in the early 90s. My mother, along with both of my sisters, came years later in 1999. Tania, my oldest sister, was six years old while Imelda, my other sister, was two years old when they arrived. My family has lived a fairly normal life here in the United

I was born in Irapuato Guanajuato Mexico on August 1. I lived in Mexico until I was four years old. At the age of five I received my residency and came to live in America. When I got here I lived in Atlanta Georgia and started school at Kanoheda Elementary School. I attended Kanoheda from kindergarten to second grade. While I was at Kanoheda I had an ESOL class where they taught me the English language and helped me with grammar skills. After second grade I never attended another ESOL class and was able to become fluent in English. When I was going to start third grade I moved to Summerville South Carolina. I was at Oakbrook Elementary for one year and then transferred to Knigtsville in the fourth grade. After I finished fifth grade I went

My Parents both migrated from mexico. My mom is from Morelos and my dad is from Jalisco mexcio. My brother and I were born in California. My Mom Moved to the United sates when she was about 17 years old. My dad moved to the United states when he was about 10 years old. My parent both meet here in the California and had me and my little brother.

I was born in the Philippines which is an island in Asia on the year of 2002. I lived there with my grandparents, aunts, and uncles till I was two years old. My mom came back to the Philippines and flew me to Korea with her. There I met Shawn, my dad. A few years on 2007 my little brother, Donovan, was born. In 2009 we moved to Texas and lived there up to 2016. During that time my second little brother, Jonathan, was born on 2013. My mom saved up enough money to bring her parents from the Philippines to come live with us and help us take care of my two younger brothers and I on 2015.