Personal Narrative: The Boy Who Turned To The Border

Tears started to fall down my face. The man in the uniform was constantly glaring at me through the review mirror and it made me feel weak. Once we got to Roberto's school, he came out looking just as I did, sad. I had noticed that we were heading to the border already. "My family is back there, you cannot take us away!" The driver just yelled back at me to be quiet. Roberto held me back, shaking his head no. I broke out into tears as we got closer to the border. The new board was no longer just a simple fence it was made out of stone and looked about 12 feet high. Before the men drove us past the gates we picked up a few other people, after that we kept driving for what could have been hours. When we arrived we were at a camp. It was

"Panchito, we don't even know where we are, we need to find that out first, and maybe think about trying to get home." I looked down at the ground knowing he was right. He then took me and we stumbled upon this happy looking family. The father looked very tired, he almost reminded me of Papa. The mother didn't look tired at all she actually looked very happy. They had four kids, three of them we're boys and the young looking one was a girl. The oldest looked about 17, the second oldest looked around 14, the next one looked 12 and the youngest girl looked around 5 years old. She had the most energy. The little girl ran up to me and then looked me in the eyes. I felt awkward, until her mother came in and grabbed her.

"Im so sorry about her, are you boys ok?" Me and Roberto then looked at each other. "Actually we are wondering where we are, we we're forcibly taken here by the La Migra. The mother gasped as if she had just seen a ghost. "Oh my, you must be hungry and scared! Would you like to c0me with us? We have plenty of food! You boys can get a job at the farm." I could tell she was a very hyper woman. "That would be wonderful