Story of a Hispanic Immigrant

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.

In the article, Honduran Enterpreneur helps Central American Immigrants Gain Legal Status in Mexico by Mayela Sanchez states that Nora Rodriguez is a hero because she helps others and is a light for other people that need help. Mayela is a woman who helps Central Americans with their immigration paperwork. In the article Mayela states, "Rodriguez's efforts on belief of her community go beyond .. paperwork.. she and her nine other Central Americans formed an organization in February 2013 called Comunidad Centroamericana." This quote shows you how passionate she is about her job and how much she loves helping others. She legit formed an organization to be able to help twice as much people as she already does. She is very passionate about her

My dad teaching me how to drive is a dream. Seeing him come home every night from work is a dream. His attendance at my graduation later this year is a dream.

As a young Latina raised in the Central Valley, I am excited to apply for the Gonzalez Memorial Scholarship. As an undocumented person with undocumented parents and siblings, it’s difficult to come out of the shadows when we are constantly being surrounded by hate and ignorance. As I reflect on my journey, I am reminded of the many sacrifices my family and I have had to make in order to make it to this point. I am the proud daughter of dedicated, courageous, and hard-working farm workers who more than 15 years ago said goodbye to their loved ones in Mexico and risked their own lives, so that my brothers and I could have a chance at achieving the “American Dream.” Both of my parents are farm workers they plant, pick and pack almost any fruit

When my mom told me to pack some clothes I asked her why she told me because we aren't we are going to Wisconsin to be with your family and ice cream with my brother when she told us it will happen in my room and she told us I was reading a book when it started my mom came in you don't me pack some clothes in your back she told me why where are we going mom I told her my mom told me to tell my brother Alex to come inside my room and said Wisconsin and said we're going to Wisconsin to see your dad's family oh yeah going to see my baby cousins next thing that happened we were in the gas station putting gas on the car and getting some chips and sandwiches then we were on the road and we were in Arkansas City my dad told us we were asleep during

On 06/20/17, at 3:08pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian was dispatched to 2645 Travis Road on a dog being held, no known owner. I arrived at the location and met with complainant. Complainant is a leasing agent for the above listed property. Complainant had the dog in the back of an abandoned apartment (fence in patio). The complainant took me to the location the dog was being held, I impounded the dog and placed a white terrier mix in my vehicle. The terrier had no identifying tags to indicate ownership. I transported the dog to Franklin County Animal Shelter (FCACC). Dog owner John Allen Jr redeemed the dog on 06/21/17. Mr. Allen did not show proof of dog license or vaccinate for his dog name Mabelline. I issued Mr. Allen violations

Oddly enough, this illustration begins in an airport bookstore I was rummaging while killing time before a flight in 2004. The store had displayed many softcover books upfront authored by a name I recognized as the Democratic National Convention’s keynote speaker from earlier that year. That man was, at the time, Senator Barack Obama. As it caught my eye, I surveyed the back cover of Dreams from My Father: A Story of Race and Inheritance and for the first time in my life, I read something that resonated with me at my core. It didn’t have anything to do with public policy or red states and blue states; rather it was his desire to “reconcile his divided inheritance.” He was a black man raised in a white family yet he had traveled to Kenya to face his and his father’s truth. As much of a stretch this may seem, this man’s eloquent story of a struggle to understand and resolve his identity was a truth that I too struggled with and continue to struggle with today.

Although I was born a U.S. citizen my parents saw it right to know my culture. As soon as I was old enough to travel I was swept to Mexico with my missionary and bilingual family. Even though spanish was my first language when I got back to the states I learned english in a couple of months. My parents became pastors soon after in a church that only spoke spanish and was bathed in the Mexican culture. We had men who sang christian “cumbias” on top of a horse and we made tamales as a church fundraisers.

I am an immigrant, many years ago I made the decision to move from Honduras to Texas, the transition was hard and I didn’t have any relatives to help me to deal with the adaptation process. Prayers and humility were my everyday help. I still remember my first job in the USA spraying insulation on new commercial building construction and cooking Mexican tacos at a small restaurant at night. While doing that job, I realized very quickly that education was the only way to succeed in this great country therefore, I quit the taco business and education became my priority.

She is same, yet she is different. I don’t know how, it seems magical. She is borned in Sergeant of Law family, a lower class in the nobles. She loves to read books, she rarely smiles, always quiet and calm. It seems like no one can draw her attention. I always find myself focusing on her, I wish to know her better.

My family decided to immigrate to America when I was a child, wanting to give my brother and I the opportunity to obtain an education here and lead a better life. However, coming to America, I struggled a lot. As an “outsider,” I did not understand American culture and it took me awhile to learn English. Everything was so much more spacious, so much more modern. Though, despite being a “foreigner” in this new land, my classmates and teachers were very accepting of me, welcoming me with open arms. With their help, and with the help of my family members, I began adapting to life here.

it was a hot sunny morning, It's been awhile since i have been out here ,Carlos said.

I have been in the United States since two thousand eleven, I was twelve years old. A year later the Obama administration passed a law to guard me, an undocumented immigrant child, from being sent back to Guatemala. The Deferred Action for Childhood Arrival program was my ticket to a successful future. My trip here was not an easy ride and I do not know how I survived when I think back to it. That story will be saved for another time, but first let me mention my past and how I came to be.

Well, today is the day! After two years of me wiping tears and sheltering hearts, my soldiers get the opportunity to be in the presence of their father (cue fireworks and marching band). YAY (hint of sarcasm)! For me though, this is a time filled with mixed emotions. This is a day, I'm almost certain, that many single parents who lack the physical presence of the other low-keyed parent will cringe at.

I was totally stunned to be called that way just because I did not feel thankful to someone I believed to be a faker. That person was a man who pretended to talk to God using non-human language and offered help to people with the exchange of money, similar to a televangelist in the western culture. The result sometimes coincidentally turned out to be as expected, but if not, he would find the way around it using several unreasonable excuses. However, the worst part about this story was that my grandmother still faithfully believed in him and wanted me to thank him for all of my accomplishments, which I refuted.