My Dad And Brother From Bolivia Essay
Two years ago I moved to the United States with my mom and brother from Bolivia. This important and drastic decision was not planned at all. I think this decision was the hardest thing we have made so far. We never thought about coming to live here but all of a sudden we did not know what to do because our lives were about to change forever. I remember in the middle of June two years ago; my brother was talking with my mom about his friend taking the SAT in order to apply to a university in the U.S. I thought it was just a theme of conversation, but it was not. It was something my brother really wanted to do and when he wants something he fights and does everything to get it; that is one of the million things I have learned from him.
My brother sent an application to the University of Emporia, Kansas, and after a few weeks he got an acceptance letter with a scholarship. One Sunday, my mom; brother; and I were watching a movie and my brother hugged us and said: "We do not know if this is happening again" and my mom said " Why are you saying that?" and my brother answered: “Because I am leaving to college and after I might get a job there and start my life.” We all knew that was true, as much as we wanted to still be together we could not, and my brother would come to visit once a year at most because the plane tickets to Bolivia are expensive.
My mom realized that if something happens to my brother, it will take us at…