The Day I Emily Mejia Research Paper

September 2003 is a date that has impacted my life in various ways. Every person is a book in process, we have a beginning, make critical choices, have a climax, but with no wonder how it will completely end. When I was six years old, I didn’t realize I was going to start my American Dream. I was not aware that I was leaving my love ones, my best friend, and my house to live in a country where I knew and had nothing. Crossing the scorching deserts in the middle of the night, I had no idea my life was actually going to change for the better. Being brought from Mexico, I was directly enrolled in Pactolus Elementary School in North Carolina without any basic knowledge of the English language. As a new student, I was afraid to speak because I did not know

My most significant childhood experience is when I came to the United States for the first time. I was born and raised in Cali, Colombia for 12 years. For most of the people outside the country, who is struggling financially, coming to this country is a dream full of opportunities. It was a long process to come here, since my biological father was a homeless person, and I needed permission from him to come here. Thankfully after two years of dealing with lawyers, my sister and I made it to get our visas. It was my first time in an airplane as well, so everything was an adventure.

My childhood was very hard. At the age of 17, I was an orphan. My mother was a writer and my father was a minister, author and professor of Latin, Greek and philosophy. My mother died and then, three years later, my father died. I went to live with my aunt. My brothers died and I was heartbroken.

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 was born on May 24, 1999 in a small hospital in a town just outside the capital of Puerto Rico called Rio Piedras. I was the second and last born into a young, loving, strong couple named Selma and Edgar Sanchez. They believed that in order to live a strong, fruitful

At 18 years old, my mother was dating Marco Antonio Flores and was given a decision to make that changed her life. Her father had found out that she was dating him, and asked her, “La escuela o el novio?” This means that she had to either choose the school or her boyfriend and she chose her boyfriend, who ended up being my father. So, my mom left with my dad to the United States and they ended up having me, Emily Sugey Flores Sevilla. After a couple years my sister was on the way, but my dad had cheated on my mom and she wasn’t going to have it, so she kicked him out the house.

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

I was born and raised in Jerez de Garcia Salinas, Zacatecas Mexico in 1996. I acknowledged the fact that both my parents had been able to attend college and worked as professionals because not many of my childhood friends were able to say the same about their parents. My mother had studied biology to become the well-known Bio-pharmaceutical chemist she still is, and my father had studied medicine for a long period of time to become a medical doctor. I felt truly blessed for both my parents, and I felt like my family had come a long way considering how my maternal grandmother was nearly seventy years old and had never learned how to read, write, or even count numbers to ten. However, I learned that life tends to happen and it does so in curious ways. My father currently works at a print-screen factory thanks my uncle, one of his nine siblings. My father has been in the US for as long as my younger brother, Erik, has lived for which is now 12 years. Our parents are still married, yet no longer together.

Growing up, i can say i did not really have a childhood. I was the eldest of all my siblings, so i took responsibility

Discuss an accomplishment or event, formal or informal, that marked your transition from childhood to adulthood within your culture, community, or family.

Discuss an accomplishment or event, formal or informal, that marked your transition from childhood to adulthood within your culture, community, or

When I was younger my environment at home was not ideal. I try not to dwell in the past and I also thank these moments for shaping me to be the person that I am today. I grew up in a household with my three siblings: Meli, Derick, Steyn, my mother, Melissa, and the different men she dated. The memories aren’t the best but I wouldn’t be who I am without them. I’ll always remember seeing everyone around me high, stealing, or mentally abusing a loved one but it’s just shown me how not to act and how to treat the people I claim to care for.

Like every other person I made a lot of bonds with friends and family, I remember all the laughter that we had and the anger we shared. Every day we would always go looking for one another and find something interesting to do. When we would go see my family, would always travel on land or on water to reach one another. There is always something to do, one time siblings and I went to the river and swam. When we got out we went to get some coconuts and right after that we played marbles. Those were fun times.

On a day like no other, March 7th, 1997, a star was born – an anxiety stricken star, but a star nonetheless. My birthday is actually March 7, 1997 and I was born in Ionia, Michigan with the name of Alondra Gonzalez. I lived in Michigan until I was about 4 years old when my birth mother (Courtney), brother (Ian), and I left on a greyhound to Philadelphia. While living in Ionia, my birth grandmother and aunt on my father’s side basically raised me, and they are the ones that taught me Spanish. However, when my birth mother, brother, and I moved to Philadelphia, they did not come with and I lost the Spanish. Because I was so young when I lived in Ionia, I don’t remember much, but what I do remember is a blue truck and the rides we took in it, long walks, and the smell of Play-Doh. My birth mother had 4 children, but only 2 of us went with her to Philly because my sister stayed with her father and my other brother was adopted at birth so I never met him, or at least don’t remember if I did.

¨Life’s a song. Sing it.” I began singing my song on May 6, 2006. I soon discovered I was the second child born out of three. The first building I was ever in was the Silverdale hospital In Silverdale, Washington. The time my mother went to the hospital was 11:00 p.m. on May 5th. The time I was born was 10:03 a.m. on the 6th. My amazingly generous neighbor took care of my sister while my mother was in labor. My one sibling at the time, Sierra was one year old and I can be thankful that my neighbor let my sister stay with her. My parents decided to name me Sydnee Joshephine Trogdon. Josephine after my grandmother, who’s eyes I also share. Amazingly, the first sentence that ever came out of my