Previously, When I got home I saw my brothers and sisters running and screaming, I thought they were just excited to see me. When I went inside I saw all our stuff packed in cardboard boxes. When I could find my words, I yelled,“Que esta pasando!”. My mom walked out of her room with tears down her face. “I’m sorry kids, but w-we have to move we can’t afford this place. We a-are all out of money and now we can’t live anywhere or pay for food or gas.”she sobbed. Me and my brothers and sisters stood there so scared and surprised we couldn’t move. We all stood there staring at mom and thinking where are we going to sleep and will we be safe? Ever since earlier, when mom told us that we are moving i've been thinking about Mr.Lema and the instrument lessons. Then I thought why don’t I go live with him? He is nice and friendly and I would be able to go to school still. …show more content…
The cops told me to come outside and go into their car. The cops eventually left with me after having a long conversation with Mr. Lema. During the car ride the cops talked to me about school and why I ran away and said i’m not going to jail ,but I am going to a thing they call “Interim Care” that is about 6 hours long. They said they will also need to get my finger print so they know that I ran away. After the six hour, thing they drove me back to the shack that we were staying in but when we got there no one was in there. We got in through one of the windows and saw their was nothing in the house, the house was completely empty. We checked every room every inch and crevice of the house but there was no one here. The cop said in a low voice, “ I’m sorry kid but you will have to live in a foster home. We will try to get a hold of your family, but for now you will have to live in a foster home.” I just stood there in disbelief, and he drove of to take me to the foster
The Carrillo Adobe is in a dire situation. It has not only fallen into disrepair from the many years of weather and use by so many individuals, but by visitors and citizens have been less that kind and considerate of its age and the prominence that it deserves. After Carrillo’s death her house was given to three of her daughters, Marta, Juana, and Felicidad. Then her belongings were distributed between all of her children. In the first decade after her death her different children each occupied the house at different times. One of her daughters, Juana and her husband ran the home as a tavern. They then converted the adobe into the first post office in the town of Santa Rosa. After her daughters no longer had a need for the adobe it was turned into a trading post where numerous individuals...
As a young child, Rodriguez finds comfort and safety in his noisy home full of Spanish sounds. Spanish, is his family's' intimate language that comforts Rodriguez by surrounding him in a web built by the family love and security which is conveyed using the Spanish language. "I recognize you as someone close, like no one outside. You belong with us, in the family, Ricardo.? When the nuns came to the Rodriquez?s house one Saturday morning, the nuns informed the parents that it would be best if they spoke English. Torn with a new since of confusion, his home is turned upside down. His sacred family language, now banished from the home, transforms his web into isolation from his parents. "There was a new silence in the home.? Rodriguez is resentful that it is quiet at the dinner table, or that he can't communicate with his parents about his day as clearly as before. He is heartbroken when he overhears his mother and father speaking Spanish together but suddenly stop when they see Rodriguez. Thi...
The emotional letter that Juan left for his mother might be one of the most emotional scenes in the documentary. The pure emotions that the letter was written by Juan to her mother leaves the audience with the bonds and emotions felt between the kids and families. Juan Carlos’s father abandoned the family years ago and left to New York, consequently Juan believe it is his responsibility to provide for his family. He also wants to find his father in New York and confronts him about why he has forgotten about them. The story of Juan is not just about migration of children, but also the issue of family separation. The documentary does not dehumanize but rather bring the humane and sensitive lens to the story of Juan where the human drama that these young immigrants and their families live. Juan Carlos is not the first of Esmeralda’s sons to leave for the United states, his nine-year-old brother Francisco was smuggled into California one month earlier. Francisco now lives with Gloria, his grandmother, who paid a smuggler $3,500 to bring him to Los Angeles, California. Once Juan Carlos is in the shelter for child migrants his mother eagerly awaits him outside. After she sees him she signs a paper that says if Juan Carlos tries to travel again, he will be sent to a foster home.
Just as we drifted off we heard banging outside of my door, already my brother crawls up into a ball and into the corner, as my dad open the door a steuerwert was outside and throw life jackets.
Rodriguez was forced to leave that comfort and safety every morning though once he began attending school. The author describes hearing the cold, harsh sounds of the English language and wishing that... ... middle of paper ... ... ory and viewpoints, allowing the reader to make his or her own personal judgment regarding the issue.
When they first arrived to the United States their only hopes were that they would have a better life and that there were better special education programs for Maribel to attend at Evers. Alma imagined that the buildings would look a lot nicer than they really were. The family was surprised that they could take things from the street that someone threw out of their house, but were in working condition. When they arrived they didn’t think that you would actually have to learn English to be able to communicate, but after going to stores and interacting with people they learned that they need to learn English if they want to live in America. They hoped that you could be able to afford anything in America by working, but based off of the money Arturo was making they learned that you can’t buy everyth...
I said to my mom, “ Ma! como? donde? que le quitaron? cuando paso esto? porque no me dijistes nada cuando hablamos esa noche del incidente!?’’ ( Mom! how? where? what did they took from him? when did this happen? why didn’t you let me know anything that night that the incident happen? when we talked on the phone)’’. My mom spoke to me, telling me, “ Fue el Sabado aqui a tres casas de donde vivimos, iba en camino a la practica de baseball, le pegaron y le quitaron el teléfono pero la policía pudo ver donde estaba con ese sonido que le tiene lex cuando pierdes tu teléfono. Yo no te dije nada porque sabia que ivas a preocuparte y quererte venir, y yo quería que disfrutaras el viaje, que trabajastes mucho para poder ir Jackie’’ ( It was on Saturday, three houses away from where we live, he was on his way to practice, they hit him on the face and took his phone but the police tracked it down with the sound lex can put whenever you lose your phone. I didn’t tell you anything because I didn’t want to get you worried nor have you come back, I wanted you to enjoy your trip that you worked so hard for Jackie...)’’. Speechless to be for the rest of the night, I teared up and I was so
I stayed there for about an hour then I saw a car pull up the front door.
Around the month of August of 2008, the bell ranged and I was dismissed from class. Once, I got out of my class, I went to look for my mom’s car. When I stepped onto the car my mom said, “Jose, guess what?” “What,” I said to her. “Your dad and I decided to move to Colorado,” she said to me excitedly. “What in the world is Colorado, ma?” “Oh my God Jose, never mind about that, aren’t you excited that you’re going to be able to live with you dad?” “Yes, of course!” During
Ok. One night my sister and I were at my father’s house. He lives in Kingsville on 10 maybe 9 acres of land in this [small pause, looks at ceiling] I wouldn’t really call it a farmhouse, just a kind of small house out there. The previous person who lived in the house was supposedly shipped to an asylum, for, you know, normal stuff [pause] schizophrenic or something. My sister and I were at the house one night and we were cleaning up the house while my dad was on some sort of job out of the state and my step mom was at work in the hospital. We were doing our stuff, and then the power flickered, and came back on. We didn’t think anything of it. Then, outside of the door, we heard a noise, kinda like a dog barking, but like, just enough not so that we knew it wasn’t. So, we hear this noise, and start to get fre...
In Drown, a collection of short stories, author Junot Diaz presents readers with an impoverished group of characters through harsh, but vivid language. Through the voice of Yunior, the narrator throughout the majority of the stories, Diaz places the blame for Yunior’s negativity and rebellious nature on the disappointment caused by his father and the childhood illusion of America. Diaz, through language and symbolism, forces readers into an emotional bond with Yunior while exposing the illusory nature of the American dream. Although intertwined with each story, “Fiesta, 1980” allows for a more concise discussion of Diaz’s purpose. Diaz’s language, even at first glance, appears very different from conventional authors:Mami’s younger sister- my tia Yrma-finally made it to the United States that year. She and Tio Miguel got themselves an apartment in the Bronx…He didn’t say nothing to nobody.
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
“License and registration please.” He said. He goes back to his car with my license and registration all of my thoughts were going crazy and I didn’t know what to do but think “ What is happening?” I thought.
I moved to Fresno, California and worked as caregiver sometime in the summer 2012. I lived there for about 7 months then I moved to New York in December 2012. My friend Alvin Almonte invited me to work in New York because he said job opportunities were much better here and that New York is much more accessible. I lost my immigration status in November 2011, while I was in Arizona. In my contract, I was assured that after three years (supposedly 2009-2012), the employer would apply for my Green Card. This was clearly not the case. I was working as a temporary hotel worker with an uncertain status. I started to work as buzzer in a restaurant in New York. Currently, I am working as caregiver for the elderly.
It was just a normal day. I was living at home with only me, John, and my mom. My dad had died trying to protect the village from a wild animal from the forest. My mom wanted me to go to the market and get some food. So I did. As I made it to the market I could see all of the things being traded. I went to were the food was being traded and traded some stuff for some food. As returned home I noticed a couple of strange voices I didn’t notice. I walked into the house. It got dead silent. Then all last I heard were gunshots until everything went black.