Personal Narrative: Get A Coyote To Cross The Border

Coming from a Mexican immigrant family I have learned to recognize since a very young age that because of the status that my parents are placed in they cannot pursue a better future like the one I want. I have been given the opportunity to challenge myself with obtaining a higher education than just high school itself. My parents have demonstrated to me through their hard work that I have to value this opportunity unless I want to end up with low paying job. My life long dedication comes from seeing my parents make sacrifices in order for my education to continue.

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.

Welcome. A single word on the carpet by the door greets me whenever I come home. There had been times where that one word made my heart beat and cry with joy. But not now, for many things changed through the years. Now when I look at this carpet, I instead question back: ‘Do you really mean that?’

My story would have never begun if my parents had not made a huge decision in my life, almost 15 years ago. When they decided to move our family across the border, my future would be become unknown. The fate I had been destined to have was completely altered, now, I had the opportunity to change my life for the better, to strive for something bigger. My parents pushed me to be the best I could be, and to work as hard as possible to get what I wanted. As the daughter of two Mexican immigrants I grew up in a very cultural household, and being surrounded by Spanish at all times. The only negative being I had to learn English on my own, and which led to me having some difficulty when I first started school. Yet, growing up in a Spanish speaking

I was in the car with my family crossing the bridge one day when I watched my father be taken into custody to later be deported and kicked out of our country. My broken family left our hometown of, springs, Houston and moved to the southern Texas border in Brownsville for reasons I have yet to understand. I lost count of how many times we were evicted and the amount of times we lived in Mexico having to cross the border every morning and night.

My father was deported to Mexico in 2011 when I was only eleven years old. He left behind a wife and three children. The first few months were extremely exhausting, I was devastated. I went from coming home to my dad everyday to having him ripped apart from my family without any warning. Before he was deported, he was incarcerated for two months. The first time I visited him I felt intimidated by all the guards standing with guns and serious faces.

My grandparents at the time were living in mexico, they had 5 kids when they decided to cross the border to come into the United States. Back then crossing the guards wasn’t as bad as it is today. My grandpa sent his family with a coyote on a truck which took them to fresno, they got across the border by using someone else's birth certificate, because back then that was enough proof to get by. My grandpa stayed in mexico, he didn't fit in the truck so he had to cross the old fashion way by going through the desert. He told me how hard it was trying to survive out there for 3 days. He explained how there was no water and he had to drink his pee. For food he killed snakes and whatever he found out there. He was so close to giving up out there but luckily a

I was always a precocious child, yet argumentative and rebellious. I did not want to accomplish anything following a pattern set for me. I wanted to forge my own way. This determination set me at odds with my mother, and has defined our relationship all these years. It has surely led me down my own irregular path in life, and placed me in position to be the family’s black sheep.

I am not the ‘Ilegal’ you think I am, and Immigration is not what you think it is” Why do people cross the line illegally? there are many reasons for undocumented immigrants to cross the united states do with the poverty in the country, high level of education in the united states, and the better opportunity of jobs. Many immigrants decide to emigrate from their country of birth to seek a new opportunity for all the family, but analyze the information is not only one culture a lot of different cultures immigrant to have a better life in the united states. Undocumented immigration is a big issue in the united states because many immigrants come to live the “American Dream”. Immigrants from all around the different country come to a better economic opportunity, good education, and escape from their reality.

When I was living in Cleveland, Ohio I have a friend that is an illegal immigrant. She is Mexican. We lived in the same apartment building. The apartment was different. It stretched to sky and I thought i was going to fall. She is just a year older than me. Her dad is janitor during that time when I was new to America. She is really nice and friendly. We always hung out and sleep over each other house. A couple of years later, I asked her “how did you come here?” She said, “ well, I don’t really remember how I got here, but my dad told me that we came by ship. It was not easy. He faced a lot of struggle just to get us here.” She came here when she was 5 years old and her name is Jameil. Her dad worked really hard. Her dad was divorced with

In 2001, my father crossed the border from Mexico to the United States through the desert in order to gives us a better life. Since Mexico 's economy was inadequate, my father was unable to find a job and talked with my aunt. My aunt suggested my father to come to the United States to work in her company that she had, but we never imagine that after two years my father was going to go back to Mexico to pick us up in order for us to not be separated again. In 2004, we came to the United States my parents knew what they were doing; however, my brother and I had not other choice than come with them since we had no voice at that time. Now that we are here, we questioned them, because we cannot do what every other person or friend can do instead of us. Although there has been a struggle from a lot of people in the United States protesting for an immigration reform and no action has been done, I agree that Obama 's Immigration Reform Plan using the “Executive Order” was the right action to take on immigration reform for several reasons.

There are millions of illegal immigrants in the United States, as Markon (2016) argues that the majority are from South and Central America, Europe, and Mexico. They form a population of between 10 million to 12 million undocumented immigrants in the United States. One of these illegal is my father, who came to the U.S.A in 1996 to work and tried to pay the numerous debts that he got in my country; in addition, my country had a large concern where there weren’t jobs and several banks had gone broke because of the change from Sucre to the dollar. At that time, my father thought the only solution was to come to get that money. My father, there are other undocumented immigrants that came from the same situation or for other reasons to this

At the age of fifteen, I could barely speak an English word. As I sat on the plane with a blank head flying across from Vietnam to the United States, I knew completely nothing what’s going to happen in my life. After almost twenty-four hours sitting on an intolerable chair, I arrived, as I looked above my head “Welcome to the United States”. And yes, welcome to my story, and undoubtedly my experience is the author.

December twenty-nine, two thousand and seven is a date that is forever in my mind. The

We started off with a bang. We started with me thinking of what to do how to do it and what were my ideas. Then, a little later we actually started it and not gonna lie, it was scary. I didn’t know that much about my family, yeah i've heard stories but they're stories. Later on we went home i didn’t tell my family anything just unsuspiciously getting all the information and I learned a lot yes. I learned about my names and why they're my names, I learned about my dad getting lost a lot, I learned about my mom moving here to america when she was 14 and how her life was before she moved and why she moved. I learned about my uncle going to jail for crossing the border illegally which is kinda funny. All those I learned but i couldn’t find anything