This Photo Shows My Mom. She Is What Got This Family Up

She came from to America when my father received his citizenship and applied for her and my naturalization. She always does her best to be there for my sisters and me, and that’s one of the reasons I strive to my best to be the best. She does odd jobs like cutting fish, drying fish, and driving people’s children to school. She recently got her citizenship, but she still doesn’t really know a lot of English. My mother does her best to help my sisters and I have the best childhood we can get. We do silly things like go shopping for dresses on a slow Sunday or help carting around old drawers in an old truck. She does not make a lot of money because honestly the side jobs only help support minor things my family does or needs. I’m worried about her because when I go to college because if my father does get injured, she can only help with small things like books or the meal plan.

Growing up in a Hispanic household has taught me many things. I have learned to see things as an optimistic person, and that it doesn’t matter where you come from as long as you work hard for what you want anything is possible. My family has always implemented the values of life that lead me to perceive what it was about to throw at me.

As a first-generation Latina in college, I could not be where I am without the help of multiple individuals. My parent’s sacrificed so much coming into this country. They left behind their family, their home, in order to one day provide a better future for me. Initially, my parents planned on staying in America for five years then they would go back to Ecuador. However plans changed once my mom became pregnant with me. The decision to stay in order to give me the best future possible greatly affected both my parents. They suffer greatly and lament leaving their family everyday. Only my mom has the slight possibly of returning to her home country but unfortunately, the only thing waiting her is her mother’s grave.

As I grew older, it was impossible to notice that my world was imperfect. In elementary school, all my parent’s problems here hidden; I didn’t understand my family’s economic status. As I grew older and began to ask my parents question about our lifestyle and compared it to the other people around us. This conversation would always end in the same place; because we can't afford it. My high school is composed of economically unstable families, and economically stable families. Seeing that other families were better off than mine, I grew up with the idea that a comfortable life, is a luxurious life. I know that others around

Even though my mother was Mexican it was hard for me to speak to my friends who knew mostly Spanish and a little English because Spanish was not my first language. As years went on, I went to high school, where now I can have a full conversation with my Spanish speaking friends, and since it is an international high school, it brings in more cultural diversity. With this international high school in El Paso, it has helped me learn new cultures and experience the dozens of traits they do for activities or how they celebrate

My mother, a housekeeper at a Best Western Hotel, has been recognized for her exceptional commitment, leadership, and organizational skills for maintaining a clean and hospital environment in collaboration with her colleagues. She is from the countryside of a small town in Mexico called San Juan de Los Lagos, Jalisco, a beautiful place known for its rich history and architecture. At an early age my mother lost her father during a storm in Mexico. The loss of my grandfather was devastating for he left behind a widow, a new born, and a total of 8 children. The hardship caused several of the older children to leave school and start working to support the family. My mother however, managed to remain in school but with time, the teachers that would go out to the country to teach the children stopped coming and my mother was forced to resign her education. With school no longer an option my mother began working due to the lack of resources. At this point she was only able to obtain an education up to the 6th

For the cultural immersion project, I decided to study Hispanics because they have a very rich, diverse culture, and I enjoy listening to their music. Also, I felt like this group of people deals with many stereotypes, especially with the media portraying negative images of countries like Mexico. Initially, I felt that this culture would be very bold and outgoing. I assumed that they placed a higher value on relationships and hard work rather than education. In order to observe them, I went to the Fiesta Market in Bolingbrook. First, I observed the workers. They would lift crates and boxes without any hassles. While working, they seemed to cooperate well as a team. The workers seemed to enjoy engaging in interpersonal communication as compared

| The attitudes and customs of Hispanics have a major presence on music, food, holidays, dance, and arts here in the United States. The Hispanic families in the United States are traditionally close-knit groups, and Spanish speakers are quite formal toward each other when speaking.

Being Hispanic also means being able to overcome daily struggles that others would not have to face. I grew with parents that didn’t speak English and couldn’t help me with assignments that I didn’t understand. I remember asking friends how they were able to do a problem that I really struggled with and often times them saying it was their parents that helped them. I have the distinct memory of my two best friends having a tutor for AP Statistics and when I asked my mom if I could have a tutor also, she said that we couldn’t afford it. While my friends were getting help with their homework from professions, I had to sit in my room and figure out how to solve something on my own. I also saw the struggle we faced as

What if the town where you spent two years, was poor and that you learned to take part in the daily operations of life in order for everyone in the family to be able to survive, eat, learn, and live healthy. Now two years later, you return back to your hometown where things come easy, people waste, and people are not as appreciative of the same things that you are. You dress differently, you eat different foods, and you have a different outlook on life as a whole. How would you feel if all your childhood friends and close family treated you like you were eccentric? One reader felt that "Krebs seems to have changed a lot and doesn't really seem to care about too much". ("Reader", response 14). Krebs is not quite able to function in society as his friends and family expect. Is this his fault, the fault of society, or is it a fault at all?

My parents did not come to San Diego with a lot of money, they only had ten million dong when they came, which to me sounded like a lot but my mom laughed and told me it was a thousand dollars in the U.S. For my parents, this meant they would go homeless in two months if one of them did not find any sort of work. For the first month, it was very difficult for them to find a job because they did not know how to find one. My mother would tell me how my father was a very strong man and yet no one would hire him because he would not know what to say during the interview. My mother would tell me how there were many nights she would fall asleep crying because she would think back to Vietnam when she was with her family and friends, where she did not feel limited or restricted by anything but money, and how now that she was here in San Diego, it was not only money but also her opportunity to socialize and communicate with many of the people around her. Even with my father by her side, she felt helpless and excluded from the community, like she no longer had a voice. Fortunately, near the end of the first month, one of the Vietnamese neighbors actually noticed my parents and greeted them. This man had a family and welcomed my parents greatly. He even helped my father find a job and get access to government services such as rent assistance, Medi-Cal and Food Stamps. Many immigrants share the same experiences my parents

My drive way, always annoyed me, it was made of rocks, not pavement. The rocks made it hard to first learn how to bike and scooter, and roller blade, I could never balance, because all the rocks were different. I live in Westport Connecticut, some people in Connecticut imagine westport a place full of beautiful and perfect and rich people. That word “rich” bothered me. I wasn't rich, so was I not an official “westport girl?”. As a child, when I first learned the stereotype of westport, I always felt I didn't fit in to westport because I wasn't rich. I lived on a farm, unusual for westport, I know, I had cool things, but not the coolest, and I got hand-me-downs from friends. I wasn't poor but I wasn't rich and because of that I felt like I

My mom had moved to the United States a year prior to our arrival. She decided to embark on this new adventure when she lost her job in Chile. I think this was the first experience that transformed my life. I can’t imagined how difficult it was for my mom to leave everything behind and move here. She did not speak any English, she did not know anybody, but it was her courage and her willingness to sacrifice everything for her family that made her stronger. As a result of this, she was able to overcome many barriers and be successful in this country. Reflecting on my mom’s experience made me realize that her sacrifices allowed me to have a better future in this country.

When she got here from Cuba she immediately looked for a job so that my dad wouldn’t have to work 24 hours driving a truck all over the Florida to get money. So he kept his day shift and she got a night shift at a station. She was there for about a year then she began to study to become a beautician and she achieved in doing so. It took too many hours away from me so she left her job to take care of elderly people during the day and clean peoples homes during the weekends to make a little extra money. She didn’t want my dad to have me to himself all night long she wanted that quality time with me. I can even explain how much I appreciate all the things she did for me. I understand now how hard it was for them to spend time with me and get money. I remember that my first christmas in America I literally got nothing because my parents couldn’t afford it, basically they couldn’t afford anything. There was even a time where they both had to work full day shifts just to be able to pay the rent. My mom worked in everything she could find and everything she did, she did more than good. My mom had never worked a day in her life until she got to America. She did it because she couldn’t bare to watch my dad kill himself at work and her do nothing. Though she may sometimes get annoyed by me, I always demonstrate affection towards her. She even gets mad sometimes but I don’t care because she gets over it soon enough. My mom is my confidant and I am hers. She comes to me with

I was told to ask my mother ,Yaqueline Roman about her life, bring her down to memory lane and put the spotlight on her. As an immigrant ,she told me, she crossed the border in 1995,she had to big careful for the helicopter, since they had to pass a big hill to arrive to San Diego and thats how far ‘The Coyote’ would leave them .She arrived to Santa Ana,California at the age of 20 with nothing but her ex- husband and a 3- month- old son. Yaqueline Roman, had a variety of jobs from factories,dollar stores and restaurants. My mother’s first job was being a cashier at a dollar store and would win about $3.30 an hour. Her Second Job was in a factory that was located in Chicago,Il. Her task there was too sharp irons, that would be use to cut all types of things.She worked there from 1994 to 1997 and would win about $4.00 per hour . My mother’s third job was in a factory located in Chicago, Il and was working there from 1997 to 1998. My mom task was to pack cookies, she would earn about $4.75 per hour. In 2000 to 2003 , she would go to the offices to ask for jobs and the agency was in Chicago ,Il. She would earn about $5.15 an hour ,but she had to pay the agency about 20 dollars a week since they took her and brought her back from the factories. In 2003-2004 she worked in Mundelein,Il and she had to assemble screw drivers and would earn about $5.20 an hour. My mom current job is being a waitress at Taco El Norte. She started in 2004 until now, she get about $ 3.50 an hour but