Personal Narrative: Getting To The United States

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Getting to the United States was very exciting, what I didn’t know was that it was so difficult I didn’t never thought I would have to go through all this again, now I didn’t plan to go back to Mexico. I was all around the place looking for a job I went to Dallas TX with my brothers but they were still doing the same selling drugs I didn’t want that anymore because I had a wife to take care of. I went to California with a couple of friends and started working in what I had experience in, harvesting. The plantations here in the United States were much bigger, we lived in a train wagon with another family this wasn’t what I expected. Long hot sunny days picking strawberries, grapes, tomatoes, whatever it was I was doing it. It was like when I

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