Personal Narrative: From My Migration To Guatemala

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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. I remember him telling me that many days he slept in a car because he did not have money to rent a room.
Most of my family members lived in Stanford New York and Los Angeles. I have some family members who now live in Los Angeles, Atlanta, Utah, and Nevada. The first people who came as mention above were my father, my uncle Adolfo, my aunt Arminda and my aunt Graciela. After that, they brought their children and then their children had children in the United States, but the migration started with 4 people. Now more than 200 cousins live in the United States.
Spanish was the language of my family’s background. Most of my family members speak Spanish, but the third generation is losing the
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Now, I am able to analyze and process the things that my family taught me, the things I think are legit, and the ones that are worth keeping from my family structure. For example, when I work with people who are not educated, I have learned to respect them like if I am dealing with someone who is well educated. Education has shown me to understand that everyone has a story to tell, whether it is a good one or a not so good one. I have learned through education that instead of judging people for what they believe in or for how they look, we should be open minded and we should help them get restore so they can become someone important in life. In other words, we should help people based on their needs, and not based on their appearance and cultural

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