It took my mother and I twelve years to come to this city, to Miami. We left Cuba when I was only eight years old. My mother had found a way for us to leave our home to join my grandmother, who was back then, living in Montreal, Qc, Canada. It was great for a while, the three of us together again. Until the day my grandmother couldn’t take it anymore, she was not legal, she had no papers at all. My grandmother left us again. She heard of some people who could get her to Miami without having to present papers, and she left.
It was only my mother and I. I went to school, then high school, then college, had a normal student life while working part time in a restaurant/bar called “Le Balthazar”. My mother had a good job at a car dealership, AutosPB, and it allowed us to travel to see my grandmother every year. As time went by, we missed important events in our family because we were too far: my first little cousin was born, my grandmother became american citizen, my great grandfather died, just to say a few. We lived in Montreal for twelve years. It took us twelve years to realize we were in the wrong country. …show more content…
“Welcome to the United Stated of America”. Those were his only words while he gave us a folder with all our papers and forms inside. With our american parole, our hands shaking and humid, we left the building with tears in our eyes. “We did it mom! Now we have to start over but we’ll never be alone again!”. My mother hugged me, speechless, with happiness and fear in her eyes. My cousin was waiting for us in the parking next to the building. We walked fast, almost running, to meet him. On August 1st, 2012, my mother and I had entered the Unites States of America. About 1,4056 miles later, we were entering the city of Miami. It was the best decision we ever made. Four years later, I am a mother, my mother a grandmother and my grandmother is now playing with my beautiful little girl while I write this
It was only my mother and I. I went to school, then high school, then college, had a normal student life while working part time in a restaurant/bar called “Le Balthazar”. My mother had a good job at a car dealership, AutosPB, and it allowed us to travel to see my grandmother every year. As time went by, we missed important events in our family because we were too far: my first little cousin was born, my grandmother became american citizen, my great grandfather died, just to say a few. We lived in Montreal for twelve years. It took us twelve years to realize we were in the wrong country. …show more content…
“Welcome to the United Stated of America”. Those were his only words while he gave us a folder with all our papers and forms inside. With our american parole, our hands shaking and humid, we left the building with tears in our eyes. “We did it mom! Now we have to start over but we’ll never be alone again!”. My mother hugged me, speechless, with happiness and fear in her eyes. My cousin was waiting for us in the parking next to the building. We walked fast, almost running, to meet him. On August 1st, 2012, my mother and I had entered the Unites States of America. About 1,4056 miles later, we were entering the city of Miami. It was the best decision we ever made. Four years later, I am a mother, my mother a grandmother and my grandmother is now playing with my beautiful little girl while I write this