Personal Narrative : My Father 's Job

I loved Mexico so much, but after suffering a kidnap attempt my parents decided that the best thing to do was to immigrate to America. Our life in Mexico was set and coming to the states was like starting all over again. Learning a new language, trying new foods, and adjusting to the American way of life was very difficult, but I fell in love with the country that witnessed my birth. During the migration from one country to the other, my family went from having everything to having nothing. I never thought that I would go very far in my academic achievements because I was always the kid who didn’t know English. I was that child who was once called a “Mojado” or “Wetback” only because I didn’t speak the language that everyone else did. Growing up in a neighborhood where drug smuggling was an everyday thing, I came to realize that the only way out of this cycle was through education. As a young boy, I decided that I was going to be bilingual and show everyone who made fun of me that I was capable of being educated in

My entire family was born in Guadalajara, Mexico. After three and a half years of living there my family decided to seek a better future in The United States. My father would go to the United States back and forth to work and earn money to send to us in Mexico. Eventually my mother was able to get a visa and my brother along with my little sister had an alternate way into the United States. We lived in Dallas Texas and Atlanta Georgia before settling in Howard county Maryland in a very small apartment. Luckily we were doing pretty well with my dad being the only one knowing English at the time. My father was working two jobs and I was getting ready to start kindergarten. I was very excited because the education we would have received in Mexico was nothing compared to the education in Howard County. I was excited for what was to come, but there were disadvantages of knowing only Spanish. Being bullied because of my poor English had an impact on me. I was in completely separate classes learning things that were simple compared to the regular course. I was excluded from certain activities, field trips and assemblies. I was clueless at first though as I slowly learned the language I understood things a lot more.

To start, being in Mexico was really hard and frustrating for me because I barely knew anything that was in Mexico and also the shortage of money was really tough for as a kid that wants everything. Everyday I would get mad at myself because I felt useless around the people that really worked hard and had a good life, and compared to me it was tough. My parents would eventually

Venezuela is just another chapter in my ongoing book. I was born in Tamaulipas, Mexico my home country and got moved 3 months later to New Orleans. It was uncommon for a Mexican family to move so constantly all over the world, we are known to migrate to US or not migrate at all. I don’t remember New Orleans so I regarded to my next move, Colombia as my home. Colombia was everything a 4 year old wanted, friends, close to family, wonderful house and most importantly the school was accepting of others. I felt as if I belonged, I even sang the national anthem with pride, seeing that it was my country. I knew Colombia inside out, I knew the language, culture, food, education which gave me comfort as for a long time I felt ordinary like any

Annoyed at this, I turned once again and lay on my back. I took a deep

I wasn't very happy at first because my dad was always my grandpa to me. When my mom got the job and my stepdad as well ,we got a house WITH A POOL. My stepdad spoke English and he was the one that taught us but also school. My sister and I were the new girls at school and we didn't really have friends. At launch, we always use to hang out together like we were outsiders. One day I met my very good friend that I still see today, he was kind and never really gave up on me. That's the time I learned that you can have friends all over the world and you don't have to keep a small circle. Every time I go to Mexico I show my other friends all my friends from here and they kind of get jealous “WHO’S THIS?”, they will say, but they get over it. When my grandma or any of my family members come and visit me they like to bring things that they don't sell in the U.S like, chamoy (salsa that tastes so GOOD) or any Mexican candy like Duvalines, Pulparindos, or Saladitos. They like to do this because they want us to feel comfortable being here and feel like Mexico. Also when they leave they always take clothing or food that they sell more expensive over there, and etc.

Two and a half years I have spent in mexico, It didn’t feel like it. It more likely felt like a longer time. Who knew years can go on for so long. This place my dad lived in was so new, The way people talked and looked, very different from mexico. There was new food to try and new places to discover. We traveled and somethings seemed familiar. Well of course I was born here. I lived in the united states since the beginning until mother and father decided to go on a vacation to mexico.

Moving to the United States was one of the most challenging things to do. I was forced to say goodbye to my comfort zone and travel 5,000 miles to an unknown land. At the time, I was only eight, but I remember what life was like in South America. The pain I felt while boarding the plane was unbearable; however, little did I know that moving to Indiana would help me feel closer to my family back home. Although I am from Brazil, being a part of the Hispanic Community has brought much happiness to my life. Since Portuguese and Spanish are fairly similar, I was able to fit in with the Hispanics quickly and grow unbreakable bonds with some of those kids. Whether it is because Spanish comes easy to me or because I love the culture, Spanish class

I was born in a small town in Mexico on March 20, 1998. My life over there was rough, my mom had to work two jobs so she can provide for me and my brother. My brother was the one that always took care of me and was like a father figure. Leaving everything behind and having to start again chasing the American dream was hard, but was for the best. I had to learn a new language and interact with different people. In the beginning I didn't like being here I felt alone being in a strange place, going to school was also difficult since I could not communicate with my teachers and with most of my peers. That changed when I learned more English and I did everything I could to adapt to this country. I also saw how much my parents worked and still struggled

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

I was born in the state of Zacatecas, México in the year 1996, but raised in the city of El Cerrito Del Agua, Ojo Caliente. I lived there for the first seven years of my life before moving to the United States. My parents, Jaime and Guadalupe were both born in El Cerrito del Agua, as well as for my two little brothers at that time, Gerardo and Bernado. It wasn’t a big city but instead had a population of less than 1,000 residents. Even though it was a poor place we all managed to survive and live happily. The schools and homes weren’t in their best condition but they were all we had. I lived my early childhood very happy along with a lot of loving and caring people. That place holds my family’s history. Being born from

The first car we had when we moved to the United States was a car that was so cheap it was almost free. It wasn't the best looking car, it was an ugly gray scrap car that had little skulls for the lock buttons but it was extremely appreciated and eventually earned the name el negrito (literally translating to “the black”). A small duplex became our home for five years after moving from Mexico and eventually was the same as my old home, warm and comforting. I was born in a little city called Piedras Negras, Coahuila, Mexico right next to the border of Eagle Pass, Texas. My parents decided to move after discovering that my dad was born in the United States was to provide a better education and future for their children. My parents didn't look

Have you ever had a hero in your life, someone that is always there for you when you need them? I did, I called him "my dad." My dad was the only person that could make me laugh when I was feeling down. My dad was that person who had so much love for his family. My dad was the person who I could call and he'd always pick up. My dad was the person who would drop everything just to help me. My dad was the biggest hero in my life and to this day, still is.

Ever since I was a little girl, I always loved going to work with my Dad. My Dad is the fleet owner of a trucking company in Cabot, AR. I remember when we would pull into the truck yard and take inventory of the 18-wheelers and trailers left on the yard.

"Never forget the past…because it may haunt you forever. Regret all the bad things…cherish the good things. Look ahead always…but don't let the bad things from the past get in your mind." As a young child, there were so many incidents in my life that made me become the person I am today. There were rough times as well as good times. If I were to tell you all of them, I would remember half of them. I think some of my incidents really had some impact, and some were just simple ways of life. To tell you the truth, the incident that had the most impact on me has to be when my real father left me at the age of three. I never knew my father. I mean being a baby, you really have no experience or recognition of somebody else.