Leaving my birth country and moving to a place I had only seen in games and movies wasn't what I expected just a few months after turning eleven. This is the experience my family and I went through to get to Miami. I was born in Caracas, Venezuela, on August 14, 2006, and lived in an edge city with my family called Guarenas. I lived with my mother Carmen, my father who has the same name as me, Carlos, my brother Abelardo, and my sister Anastasia. My siblings and I are all a year apart. Being the youngest made me close to my older brother and sister. Leaving Venezuela for the first and only time and not going back was nerve-wracking, especially because, at that age, while I knew what was happening, I did not truly realize what it meant. This experience …show more content…
There was also the biggest threat of political corruption and lack of resources. At one point, it was normal for the water to be gone for a day or two, and we had to make lines and go on specific dates to buy necessities. We were also worried about the language barrier and the ability to adapt to this new environment. My siblings and I had never left Venezuela, and my mother had never made this big of a change. In the end, we spent a few months in Maturin meeting our cousins and my mother helping her youngest sister with her pregnancy before leaving Maturin on a bus to the airport with our family waving goodbye. Moving to Miami challenged me in ways that I never anticipated. While leaving was sad, none of us can say that it was not for the better, knowing and hearing what was happening there. In this process, I learned to value relationships, seeing who tried to keep in contact with me and who did not. Being here and growing up, my mother gave us more freedom, having us choose the clothes we liked and the haircut we wanted, something that for most of the time in Venezuela she did for
I was born in the Dominican Republic, November 2, 1982. I lived and grew up in a countryside where everybody knew each other. My childhood years were full of wonderful experiences where I felt loved by my parents and my family. I went to school around 6 years old. I had to walk around 30 minutes to get there from my house. My father was a farmer who had to work long hours in order to sustain our big family. My mother was a housewife; she was in charge of taking care of us. I have five siblings, three boys and two girls. I remember that at that time we did not have many things in our house. We did not have electricity and also we did not have a service of water. I remembered that my father had to go to the river to get water for the necessities of the house. At that time my family was very poor, but my
As my father and I finally fit the statue of the little Virgin Mary in the back of the car, it was time to get on the road. I could already taste the guavas from my great grandfather’s ranch. Feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin. The smell of my aunt’s cooking. Hearing the excitement of my great grandmother’s voice. I wanted to be there already, be in the beautiful country of Mexico. My thoughts wandered as we left my house. How much welcome, love, and the sadness of leaving was going to happen. It was too soon to find out.
I don’t remember a lot about our life in Texas, but I do remember we enjoyed it a lot. At the time, my mom was a stay-at-home mom, and my dad worked at an electric company with my uncle Bernardo. The one thing I do remember is that my dad used to jam out to "Celoso" by Grupo Toppaz and that will forever be one of my favorite songs. We stopped migrating once I started school because my dad thought I would not get the best education if I never finished a school year where I first started. Education has always been an important part of my family's life as my parents have always reminded us that they want us to succeed in life, and live a better life than
“Were going to Puerto Rico!” my said mom and dad said. We were all so excited and but we didn't know what or where it was, “Puerto Rico is an island off the coast of Florida.” my mom explained to us. “The island has clear water, many beaches, and we have to take a plane to get there!”. I had never been on a plane before so I was even more happy. We talked about it some more, and looked up ‘Culebra, Puerto Rico’. We were going for 10 days and we were leaving in a month. I would miss a couple days of school and so would my sister and her friend.
I would go to Mexico because I've been there many a time before and I really like it there. I would fly there on delta airlines because my grandpa was a pilot and my dad gets to fly on stand by that mean he gets to fly for really cheap. I would go to ocean Coral and turquesa because I've been there 3 time and it is super fun. It is an all expenses paid hotel so I don't need any money because you already paid for every thing. If I left the hotel I would go to Chichén Itzá, Yucatan, Mexico which is 2 hours and 15 mins away from the hotel but it is worth it you can pay 64 dollars each person for a exclusive person viewing. The chichen itza is a beautiful pyramid that a lot of people go to see. After we got back from the pyramid we would come back to the hotel and do all sorts of Things like scuba diving, swim with sharks, go look at the corral reefs around
In the summer of 2014 I found myself about to embark on an adventure to South America. Specifically I was to visit the country of Ecuador . My entire life I have always been fascinated with the different cultures that are prominent around the world. Finally I was about to get a taste of what life outside the united states was like.
This past summer, I was privileged enough to travel to the Dominican Republic through the Global Glimpse program, which has eminently impacted the person I am today. I have to confess that this trip was by far the most challenging, yet extraordinary I have ever experienced. Before going on this trip I always had an idea of what poverty is like, but I didn’t intentionally know how I would feel about it. Through this trip, I was fortunate enough to speak to different communities who were facing poverty and was given the chance to personally talk to the community of the Bejuco Aplastado, where I worked on a Community Action Project. Regardless of the struggles the orphans and locals have to unfortunately face, they never fail to put a smile on their face.
Going back to Mexico after ten years is a little crazy but it was worth the ride. I will always recognize Mexico as my home but America as a special place in my heart.
I never understood the American Dream until my mom took me away to the Dominican Republic. I was 7 years old when my life changed completely. I would have to live In a new country, new house, and attend a new school. Everything was different from what I was used to. And although my mom spoke Spanish, when I arrived to the DR I barely knew any. I was In second grade and I was the only one In my class who did not know how to write In spanish, or In script. It was a process for me to adjust to the new life I was given. However since the moment I arrived In the Dominican Republic I wanted to come back to the States. I missed everything, from my friends, to the city, to McDonald's happy meals.
I was born in Chicago and lived with my parents for a while. When I was six years old my parents got divorced, I never saw my father after that. After that, we moved to Arkansas. Soon after that my mother got deported to Mexico. we had to move to Mexico now. It was tough because I only spoke English at the time. Me and sister of only four years of age were separated from our mom for over a year because they would not let my mom out of the immigration facility. That was the most painful year of my life. This made me very sad and. I still remember the day I saw my mom for the very first time after all that time. She looked so different than I had remembered her. I would live in Mexico for the next six years. When I entered middle school, I was
“No, I don’t want to go!” I cried. I just got the news that my big brother and I were going back to California. When I was around 4 years old, my family and I moved to California from the Philippines. But after four years living in America, my mother sent my big brother and I back to the Philippines. We lived in the Philippines for at least 3 years since we left California.
This summer, I went to India to visit my relatives after nearly six years. I remember moving to America and thinking I will face so much discrimination, but currently, I feel the opposite when leaving for India. Of course, people in India would be the most accepting of their type right? Turns out I couldn’t be farther from the truth.
I’ve lived in Palestine the first eleven years of my life. I stayed there and went to school
It was a Sunday morning when I woke up by the morning shiver and with the sweet smell of tea filling the room. I woke up with a yawn but still laying down because I was too lazy to get up. I stood up quickly almost losing my balance when why mom yelled my name. “Come down stairs I have good news for you” said mom. I went down stairs I saw my parents drinking green hot tea and watching news on the television. I walk toward the table distracted by the chaos of different loud noises like the news, my brothers watching cartoon, and my sister whining. I greeted my parents, as I passed them I heard someone saying “can’t wait to move” excitedly.” After finishing my delicious breakfast I ask my mom, where are we moving? “We are moving to America” with
My parents arrived in the United States hoping for a better future not for themselves, but for the baby they carried in their arms. We would often move from relatives ' houses since my parents couldn’t afford renting an apartment themselves. We were fortunate enough to have caring relatives who didn 't mind us living with them since they knew the hardships we were going through. I grew up in a household where only Spanish was spoken given that both my parents didn’t speak any English at all. When I was in kindergarten, my teacher was afraid that I would be behind the rest of my classmates, given that I only spoke Spanish fluently. I was fortunate to receive free tutoring from my kindergarten teacher. We would often read books together until