Our hard times were finally over. When you return to the U.S. after being deported, you’re supposed to go into an office to get your file which contains various letters from lawyers and other important information. My mother and I were looking for the office, quickly turning our heads left and right and right to left, because we couldn’t wait for this nightmare to be completely over. As we were about to head in, an officer denied my entrance. Apparently, our endless plane ride wasn’t enough and we had to wait three hours more listening to the intercom repeating flight numbers and different destinations and arrivals. However, after seeing the look on my mother’s face- which expressed happiness, consolation, and an incredible amount of pride- …show more content…
after the TSA officer said “welcome back”, I realized that the wait was worth it. As my mother and I got our luggage and walked down the airport’s hallways, I couldn’t help but notice that after being deported for six years. It was me; I was the one to bring her back. Everyone received my mom with hugs and kisses, and unmeasurable amounts of tears were running down everyone’s face. After a while, it was time to take my mother back home to the place where she should have never been taken away from. Our home. In 2008, my younger brother and I fled to Peru in order to keep my mom company and prevent her from falling into the dark abyss of depression, since she had already started to do so. Unfortunately, my father and older brother were left behind since my dad had a well-paid job and my brother was in high school. However, this wasn’t the only obstacle in my life. When I first arrived to Peru, I struggled with my classes since I didn’t speak Spanish fluently.
In order to have my notes up to date, I sacrificed my minutes of endlessly chasing kids around all over the playground (which is a big deal when you’re only ten years old) and stayed in the classroom copying them off the dull whiteboard or asking my teacher to translate and/or explain the puzzling language written on them. In addition to my struggles in school, I went through depression. Having to Skype my father and older brother every night made me realize how much I missed them and how a large part of me never left the U.S. Also, I was in a culture shock. Everything there was completely different to the U.S. culture, but eventually, I learned how to love that difference. I loved living in Peru after the first two years since I felt like I finally fit in; I was less depressed since various people crossed my path and helped me kick the rocks out of my way. But, freshmen year came by and my father gave me shocking news. Apparently, if I didn’t attend a U.S. high school for at least three years, I was going to be considered a foreign exchange student. In result, I was going to have to pay a greater amount of money (money that we didn’t have) when I attended college. Once again, my younger brother and I were taken away from those we loved, including our
mother. Many people may say that returning to the U.S. was a dream come true, but it wasn’t. Actually, it seemed to be as if I was reliving my nightmare over and over again, not being able to wake up. I was happy because I was finally reunited with my father and older brother, but at the same time I was filled with sadness due to the fact that there was still an empty seat at the dinner table every night. Coming back from Peru as a sophomore was very difficult for me, for I felt that the story was repeating itself. I knew that although I never felt as if I fit in anywhere, I still had to see the positive side of my life and continue studying hard in order to achieve good grades, and that is what happened. “La familia unida jamas sera vencida” (a united family will never be defeated) is a quote that I will carry on for the rest of my life since it has become our family motto after having to overcome so many hardships. My world that is filled with hope, love and dedication has helped me shape my dreams and aspirations because they have all taught me to work hard and never give up no matter how difficult the circumstances may be and to always be a great student in order to be successful in life. Most importantly, I’ve learned that hard work will always pay off, and as long as you are surrounded by people who love you, you can accomplish anything you set your mind to.
Being a Hispanic have impacted all my entire life; I lived 15 years of my life in Mexico I love being there because most part of my family live in Nuevo Laredo, I was cursing my last months of 8th grade and one day my mom told me that she was thinking about send me here to the U.S to start learn English; since I’m a U.S citizen and I didn't know the language of my country, I accepted. The most hard prove was live without having my mom at my side, since I live with my aunt now; when the days passed here in the U.S I started to depressed myself because I missed so much my house and all my family, one day in the middle of the night I call my mom crying and I told her that I really want go back to Mexico, but she didn’t take into account my desire my mom just explained me that it will be the best for my future and with the time I will be thankful with her for don’t let me go back. My mom, and my grandmother are the ones who motivates me to be a better student. Actually I’m in dual enrollment and I have taken AP classes; sometimes is hard for me talk, read or write in another language that the one I was accustomed but, every time I fail I get up and persist until I’m able to do what I want.
Growing up in a developing country has really open up my mind about setting up for a better future. My home in El Salvador wasn't the most lavishness, but it's also not the worst. I grew up in a house with two levels; three bedrooms on the top floor, one on the bottom, a garage and laundry room at the lower level, and a small sale shop at the front of the house. Growing up in this home has been a meaningful place for me. Its where I found my sense of place.
I was born in Guatemala in a city called, called Guatemala City. Life in Guatemala is hard which is why my parents brought me into the United States when I was eight months old. Some of the things that makes life in Guatemala hard is the violence. However, Guatemala has plenty of hard working men, women, and children who usually get forced to begin working as soon as they are able to walk. However, unlike many other countries, Guatemala has a huge crime rate. I care about the innocent hard working people that live in Guatemala and receive letters, threatening to be killed if they do not pay a certain amount of money at a certain amount of time.
At the age of two my parents made the long and devastating journey to bring me and my siblings to the United States from Mexico. Wanting a brighter future for us, my parents fought tooth and nail to give us the world they didn’t grow up having. Ever since stepping foot on the U.S soil, going back seemed impossible. The effects of this life-changing move, couldn’t mask the unforeseen disadvantages. Lacking exposure to Mexico’s colorful culture, little to no bonding time with my family from abroad, and the struggle of trying to blend into an environment that was so different, soon began to interfere with my overall identity. Realizing this, my wonderful parents prepared a transformative trip back to my homeland, and back to the past, facing
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.
Globalization is made up of social, economical, technological, heritage, and political alterations that display interdependence and development. Globalization rises the benchmark of living in nations, broadens technological information, and heightens political liberation. The major origin of globalization is the leverage from other nations. Globalization is a method that outcomes from human change and technological development. The communal effects of globalization are apparently illustrated in Peru. Once a third-world homeland topped up with scarcity and oppression, Peru is now transitioning into a evolved nation. In Peru, globalization has increased the human development index, empowered women, and conceived a more powerful country.
Peru is located in western South America with an estimated population of 30 million. It is multinational, including Europeans, Africans, Asians and Amerindians. The national language of the country is Spanish, however a significant number or Peruvians still speak other native languages. Peru is a representative democratic republic that is divided into 25 regions. It is a developing country with a poverty level around 25 percent. Its main economic industries are mining, manufacturing, agriculture and fishing. The history of Peru spans multiple millennia and gone through several stages of cultural development in the mountain region and the coastal desert. About 15,000 years ago, humans are believed to have crossed the Bering Strait from Asia and moved south surviving as nomads. The Peruvian region was home to the Norte Chico civilization, one of the oldest in the world, and to the Inca Empire, the largest state in Pre-Columbian America. The Spanish Empire conquered it in the 16th century, which established a Viceroyalty with rule over most of South America. The nation declared independence from Spain in 1821, but consolidated only after the Battle of Ayacucho in 1824.
To understand the first one there is a little background story to it. My family came into America as Illegal Mexican immigrants, although now they are citizens of the United States. My parents have friends that had come to America as well. After living here for numerous years and having children already in high school, one of my family’s friends Caesar was apprehended for speeding and ultimately deported back to Mexico for this small infraction. From what my parents have told me this drastically changed the life of that family entirely. In the beginning they were coping well but eventually their mother needed help drawing in more income. Along with this both of their son’s schools work began to turn down. Their grades suffered, I remembering hanging out with them and having a great time until someone mentioned the word father. Discouraged that they had to live like this, I feel it was the biggest problem. Eventually what came to pass was that both brothers had to find jobs to help their mother. These two promising people who could have easily been admitted into a university were forced to suffer on behalf of their parents. Although my family friend was not sent to jail the premise of being sent away as punishment and the stigma would share similar
Food is one of human beings favorite addiction. From the arepas, to arroz con coco (coconut rice) there are many different platters from my cultural background. Being Colombian and eating Colombian almost every day brings me closer to these aspects from my culture. The way I feel connected to my Colombian culture is through its food. Many of the meals that I have eaten in my life come from my Colombian culture. Whether I’m home, at my aunt’s house or a family party something that is being made connects me back to my food roots.
Sadly, things in Puerto Rico were not as easy as we had hoped they would be, and we were only there for eight months. A serious(series) of unfortunate events led my parent to decide that we needed to go elsewhere to find better opportunities. We came in with $ and left to(for) New Jersey with only $. We had some family friends who had just moved to New Jersey who helped us find a place to live and get around NJ when we arrived. The difference in language was difficult for my parents, but they surrounded themselves with Spanish speakers who would help them understand English. My father canvased with other canvassers who worked for the union that spoke both Spanish and English and my mother began work at(in) a factory so that we could make ends meet. (My first memories are from) The first memories that I have are from NJ, we lived in an attic, it was small but clean. We didn 't have much, but we were happy. I never once went hungry and while both of my parents worked I was taken care of by a daycare. One of the new friends my dad had met canvassing moved to New York, they offered to share the apartment with us since it was more spacious than what we had in NJ, my parents again picked up and
Language can sometimes make us feel not resembled. As it was written on the original piece, Elizabeth didn't like to speak Chinese because it made her feel uncomfortable and sounded ugly to her. I can relate to the author because I am a Cuban immigrant that struggles with the language. I came to the United States when I was thirteen years and was placed on a 8th grade classroom on middle school. I used to be the girl at the end of the classroom who did not have friends and never talked to anyone. It was frustrating that every time I opened my mouth to say a word everybody would laugh at me and make cruel jokes about my little English. I can say that within a couple of months I understood most of the English that was spoken in front of me,
I came to the United States of America when I was fourteen years of age. My brother was in college at the time I arrived to America. My parent had been sending money for my brother to go to college here in America, and it cost so much of money. By the time I was about to finish high school and was getting ready for college’s life, my parent told me they could not afford for me to go to college here in United States because they spent all of their money for my brother’s college career. They told me I had to go back to Vietnam and went to a college in Vietnam because it was much cheaper. I was shocked when I heard that
Five years ago my family boarded a plane from Haiti to the United States in hopes of providing a brighter future for themselves along with my brothers and . As with most people entering a new country, the transition proved to be quite difficult. My father could not continue his profession as a lawyer and my mother simply stayed at home for a year. The transition on my part presented seemingly impossible obstacles at the time. Learning a new language, attempting to fit in at school, adapting to the weather conditions, and eating new foods were my day to day struggles.
Having an isolated younger-life proved to challenge and reshape my individuality, forging me into the person I am today. When I reminisce of my childhood struggle, I find motivation and strength; I feel that my current struggle can be overcome and that I can come out of it a better person. Coming to America at age five proved to be one of the most tremendous challenges I've ever encountered. My family was well off back at the Philippines; my father was a successful manager for a construction company. But he became too old and too pained to continue such labor. Looking for a better life, we came to America with only fifty dollars and the hospitality of relatives. Speaking hardly a lick of English, I had to learn the language. For the first month in America, I would reiterate the only two English words I knew: horse and house. The laughing entertained faces of my parents when I'd boast of my new-found language excited. I went to school on the first day in a confused haze, it was hard to speak to my classmates, who spoke with such eloquence and slang. Of course, their English was elementary—literally howbeit, it was over my head. In the Philippines, everyone was best friends
There were three weeks left until Christmas, I was fourteen at the time and trying to get my Christmas list made with as many items as I could think of. Between me and my friends, it was a contest to see who could get the most presents. Once I was sure that my list would win, I took it to the kitchen and hung it on the refrigerator to make sure my parents saw it. Once my parents read my list, they decided to call a family meeting about Christmas this year. When we all gathered in the living room, my dad began by saying “boys I’m happy to announce that we will be doing Christmas differently this year.” When he said those words I immediately knew I was not going to be happy. He continued by saying “instead of getting gifts this year, we