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Immigration stories narrative essays
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When I was 1 year old my dad got kick out of the house by my mom, because he did drugs and he would steal from me just to sell it and by drugs. But I’m a tell you what happened first before what with my dad, I was born here at Brawley California my mom had to cross the border but she never had her papers to cross, my mom knew what was best for me so she jumped the border just so I can be born here and have a better life, she wanted the best for me, Once she had me my mom struggled for years because she couldn’t have a job she didn’t have the permission to work. Here comes the part where my dad leaves, so when I turn a year old my mom kicked him out, but when he left my mom struggles she cried not knowing what she was gonna do because she couldn’t …show more content…
I always wanted to become a border police officer, because I was always fascinated by guns and also and the most important reason is that I want to protect my city and protect my citizen I'm doing this and I'm taking this job to protect and I'm doing by heart. I also want to prove my biological dad that I never needed him in my life to become who I am now and who I'm gonna become in the future. I basically lived my whole life with my step dad and I’m actually happy that he came into my life and I can’t help it the much help he’s been for me and he also got me interested into being a border police officer, I will never forget all the times I been with him the fun we had and the places he’s taken us to, and also thanks to him if my mom never would've meet him we will not be here where we are, we would not be able to travel to places or visit new states,
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.
I would like to be a police community support officer because I want to further my opportunities to work for a police department and support the communities in which I live. I feel I can serve my community in a positive manner with the upmost respect and honor. I hope I will be able to gain valuable experience that will help me in my future, both as an individual and as a professional. This opportunity will help give me an insight to the internal workings for the town of Plainfield and the opportunity to learn more about the individuals that live within the community. I have a passion to help other when they are in need, that is a reason why I want to pursue a career in law enforcement.
1. Initially Reyna Grande and her siblings Carlos and Mago were left behind while their parents immigrated to the United States to work. During that time Grande faced many struggles among the most prevalent were her feelings of abandonment, the neglect she and her siblings faced at the hands of their paternal grandmother, and the ostracization due to their circumstance. Reyna and her siblings were left behind when she was a baby by her father, as a result Reyna had no concrete recollection of him during hi absence. Two years after her father left her mother left to help him in America when Reyna was four years old. Until that point Reyna’s mother had been the only parental figure she had known. The abandonment didn’t stop at the physical absence
One day, my parents talked to my brothers and me about moving to United States. The idea upset me, and I started to think about my life in Mexico. Everything I knew—my friends, family, and school for the past twenty years—was going to change. My father left first to find a decent job, an apartment. It was a great idea because when we arrived to the United States, we didn’t have problems.
Imagine this, living in a very small town, smaller than Kachina Village, with only one store where you could make and receive phone calls, there are no public phones, no residential phone lines, no electricity and no running water. The roads are not paved until you get to the main road where people travel the most. The next town is about thirty minutes away, and there is only one bus that comes to this small town once a week, so people can go shopping and do other things. In this small town there are hardly any vehicles, people either walk, bike, or ride donkeys. There are hardly any jobs and so the only thing you can do is to leave for another place and look for a job to support your family. If someone told you that there was a place where people had many opportunities to find work and make better money, would you go? This small town I am describing is a place called La Huertilla in a state called Oaxaca in Mexico; it is the place where my son Mauricio’s grandparents live.
Many people in search of a better life and future for their families have immigrated to America. America is an extremely diverse nation with people from many different races and ethnic backgrounds. America is viewed as the melting pot of the world as throughout generations, people from all over the world have immigrated to America with similar goals. Immigration is a process most Americans have a close connection with. It is extremely likely that someone in your family immigrated at some point in time. Origins can be distant and for this reason the process and reasoning for immigrating can vary greatly.
My essay is a nation of immigrants in the United States which is about German, Irish, Jewish immigrants in the 1800’s or early 1900’s. I’m a Asian so I know about Asian immigration. But I didn’t know about Europe immigration very well. So I chose it among many topics. I know that I will find about aspect of immigration important and I will fall into interest of this history.
Ten years ago I came to America from my native homeland of Iran. I came to America as a woman with very little skills, and knowledge of the culture, and with a major language barrier to overcome. One major reason for me leaving my homeland was because wives, mothers, and daughters even in today 's culture and society are still looked upon as homemakers, minorities, and second-class citizens. Upon arriving to America, I knew having little money and a lack of family support, I felt as if my future and dreams were already doomed for the start. The first thing I did when I arrived to America was to attempt to land some sort of job so I could take care of my family. It was not easy, but I was able to secure full time employment at a local daycare
Why are there so many people working illegally instead of citizens? The only answer is because they are immigrants. They say illegal immigrants come to the United States for better opportunities. They take a little leap into our country and just take our jobs. They say they come into our country for a better future and for their families but who are they to believe when they just take all of our jobs?
Growing up I would see how people would make fun of my father's English because he would speak very broken English it would upset me that people would make fun of someone for the way they spoke. I would also always be asked if I was from mexico and How it was to hop the border. I would eventually start to ignore them because I know there's nothing wrong with being different and that we all need to accept each other no matter how we talk or where we come from. We are all human beings after all.
She was an alcoholic and drug addict. My father didn't want me in that type of environment. So he took me from my mother. I refuse to talk about it. Now all he's got is I , and the boy’s football team.
The beat-up Arab minivan slowed tentatively under the scrutinizing gaze of the Israeli soldier on duty. The routine was simple. About halfway between Damascus Gate in East Jerusalem and Ramallah, the West Bank commercial center, the driver, blaring Arabic music on his radio, maneuvered around the dusty slabs of concrete that composed the Beit Haninah Checkpoint. He waited for a once-over by the Hebrew-speaking 18-year-old and permission to continue. Checkpoints-usually just small tin huts with a prominent white and blue Israeli flag-have become an integral and accepted part of Palestinian existence under Israeli occupation. But for me, a silent passenger in the minivan, each time we entered the no man's land between Israeli territory and the West Bank, my hea...
Millions of people around the world dream of living in the US. Many of these people desire to live in America for one simple reason: freedom of speech. A large percentage of the world lives in nations where the concept of freedom of speech is very alien to them. The idea itself is so foreign to them, it leaves them in awe that there even exists a nation where one could say whatever he or she wanted (and be protected by the law!). The citizens of America can say whatever they want (without the fear of the government coming in and arresting them) because they are protected by the law of the land, which grants its citizens the right to free speech (freedom of speech in the United States is protected by the First Amendment to the United States Constitution and by many state constitutions and state and federal laws).
I decided to become a cop when I was in middle school after I had met my dad and gotten to know him. I started to think about what I could do that would in a way make up for all the bad things he had done. My dad abused the law and had a bad drug problem. He would always say, "I am going to change for the better I love you." But he was never clean long enough to see what was going on around him, he was hurting everyone with the life he was living.
It was around 2:00pm and it was time to open presents. I started with opening friend’s presents then I opened families. I was finally done opening all my presents. I looked around at all the people, who were looking at me and my dad was nowhere to be. That was the only present that I was looking forward too. The party ended and my dad didn’t show up, my little four years old hopes were in the ground, it was like I could feel my heart ripping appart. I looked at my mom and she mouthed I’m sorry, my faced turned rosy red and my eyes filled with tears. From that moment on my life was never the same. It was a dark cloudy day and I was going to see my dad. We were playing the game Sorry and he was winning. I was the yellow player and he was the green player, he was laughing and smiling the whole time. I wouldn’t have wanted to spend my Friday afternoon any other way. When the game was over he asked me to clean up the game while he went out to smoke a cig. When he entered the room and the game wasn’t picked up, he went crazy. His eyes seemed to turn a dark almost black color. It was like he was a completely different person when he came back