Love is an extremely important feeling that can cause others to perform life-changing actions regardless of any consequences, including migrating to a new country. My family’s story of migration to the United States is a fairly recent one in regards towards to the amount of generations that have lived in America.
My family’s origin starts back in the near-by southern country of Mexico. My single mother, my 21 year old brother, and I were living in a small home in the city of Cuautla, Morelos in Mexico at the time. This house was proudly made from nothing by my mother in the early 1990’s and with hard work and dedication, my mother was able to provide a roof over our heads. My diligent, resourceful mother, Leticia Martinez, was an accountant for Coca Cola Company situated in Cuernavaca, Morelos throughout the last decade before the turn of the millennium. My grandmother had raised my mom within the same city years before and my mother very much enjoyed our city, enjoyed the people, enjoyed the culture, she had no reason …show more content…
His fiancé, cheated on him with the photographer from several years back; my brother was devastated. In his anger and rage, he fled the country with all of our money over-night and left us stranded in the United States. We could not return for we had no money and I had become to immerse in the country’s culture and language to return to Mexico. My mother’s visa had expired so both of us were living as undocumented immigrants, but we had no given up hope. We would fight and persevere as mother and child though all hardships as we had once before. To this day we live in Colorado, celebrating many of Mexican traditions, such as, making tamales every Christmas and celebrating the Day of the Dead. My mother and brother still have a sour relationship but communicate nonetheless. Love brought us to the United States and in the end, love has kept us here as
My family’s origin starts back in the near-by southern country of Mexico. My single mother, my 21 year old brother, and I were living in a small home in the city of Cuautla, Morelos in Mexico at the time. This house was proudly made from nothing by my mother in the early 1990’s and with hard work and dedication, my mother was able to provide a roof over our heads. My diligent, resourceful mother, Leticia Martinez, was an accountant for Coca Cola Company situated in Cuernavaca, Morelos throughout the last decade before the turn of the millennium. My grandmother had raised my mom within the same city years before and my mother very much enjoyed our city, enjoyed the people, enjoyed the culture, she had no reason …show more content…
His fiancé, cheated on him with the photographer from several years back; my brother was devastated. In his anger and rage, he fled the country with all of our money over-night and left us stranded in the United States. We could not return for we had no money and I had become to immerse in the country’s culture and language to return to Mexico. My mother’s visa had expired so both of us were living as undocumented immigrants, but we had no given up hope. We would fight and persevere as mother and child though all hardships as we had once before. To this day we live in Colorado, celebrating many of Mexican traditions, such as, making tamales every Christmas and celebrating the Day of the Dead. My mother and brother still have a sour relationship but communicate nonetheless. Love brought us to the United States and in the end, love has kept us here as