I am a Mexican-American woman with certain views of the world. I don’t believe that my place in the world is next to a man, nor do I believe that my sole purpose in life is to procreate. I am a woman who needs and wants her independence. I am also a 33 years old working class woman.…
Amber What is a warrior? What does it mean to be a fighter? Every time I look at my little 4-year-old cousin, Amber, she reminds me of what a warrior is. Amber Marie and her sister Alexia Rose were born 4 months premature and they weighed 1 pound 5 ounces.…
The country that I am from has a lot of good places to go such museums and bunch of historical places. I am originally from Russia Moscow and I have lived there for 15 years . My nationality is Armenian and so my whole family. Before coming to USA I have studied little bit of English in Russia and that was really hard for me to do.…
In July 2010, I crossed the border of Mexico-U.S.A. with my three beloved children. My children were frightened because they knew that we were going to walk very long distance. we started walking to cross the border in the night. I told my children to be strong because I was so scared that we could not make it like we did not make it two times before. After we walked about three hours, my children started crying and telling me that they needed food, and I was so nervous of La Migra because if they found us they could deport us.…
I am half white and half Hispanic; light skinned with brown eyes and dark hair. This disparity is exacerbated by my very Hispanic name, Reyes Lucero, and my very “white” upbringing. My family didn’t make beans and enchiladas for dinner; they made tofu stir-fry. As a result, it was difficult to connect with people, I was too different. People assume from my name that I come from a very traditional New Mexican family, but my parents are anything but traditional.…
Many people say they have been through it all without acknowledging that others have it tougher than them. Life for me now may not be as it seems, I have been through a lot of tough moments in my life, but the toughest time occurred when I was only 10 years old. I used to live in Dominican Republic with my mom and sister. I lived there for about 10 years and just when I was about to turn 11, my mom decide to move to the United States. When we came to this country I did not even know how to speak english.…
I was 8, finishing 2nd grade, when I moved to America and left my homeland. I didn’t realize how much this would change my life. All I thought at the time is that I am going on a plane. Planes are cool when you’re a young child. Planes can fly.…
“W-Where am I? Oh, I just slept on my bed sideways.” I groggily got out of bed and ate breakfast. The day went by normally. When I got home from school, my whole family was gathered in the living room.…
The fresh smell of new books, the milky smell of babies, the moldy smell of old houses, the smell of newly-mown summer grass…When you perceive a new scent, your brain automatically links it with an environment, a occasion, a person, an object, or a moment; when the same scent come to you again, you would conjure up the bounded memory. Although there is no holding back the wheel of time, scent is always our super-power when it comes to memory. ' But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid…
“Bergit hurry up and finish packing your box up we have to get on the boat.” We live in small concrete buildings, barely big enough for a single bed, when we arrive to America that will change, we will be like happy people in mansion. Mamá was cooking our last feast in our house. Ill miss walking to my best friend Summy's house. We would play barbies and pretend we was fierce worriers.…
I live in Brownsville Texas which is border with Mexico. Growing up in a mexican-american environment has been a wonderful experience. Both of my parents are Mexican and they both inculcated the mexican culture in my life. Since I live in the United States my mom has endowed me with both cultures. In Mexico they do not celebrate Halloween, instead they celebrate ¨El Día de los Muertos¨ (Day of the dead), in my advantage I get to celebrate both.…
Where I was waving “Adios” to my mother, the others were waving “Goodbye” to their parents. Torn between two worlds is what I thought I would always be. As a Mexican-American I believed that I would never be fully Mexican or American. I believed that I would never really fit into one specific group and would be target of exclusion all my life.…
My father came to the United States from Guatemala in 1987. He told me that he came illegally and took him two months to cross into Mexico. Before my father, one uncle, two aunts immigrated to America illegally as well. My father only lasted 3 years and went back to Guatemala without giving me the opportunity to immigrate to the United States while he was in the US. He had a rough life in the United States because he was not able to find a job.…
Autobiographical paper. I was born on April 5th 1995, in a small village in Durango Mexico. I lived there for about 13 years, then we moved here to Chicago. I am 6 ft. ½ inches tall and I weight about 119 pounds.…
My sister and I were spending summer of 2007 with my mom and her husband in San Antonio, Texas. It was an early and beautiful Tuesday morning in San Antonio. I woke up with an overwhelming need to talk to my dad that was back home in Dallas, Texas. I called and called and there was no answer, which was very odd since he had been working since 6am. After what seemed like the millionth time trying to reach him somebody picked up the phone.…