Narrative Essay About Moving To America

All my life, I had the illusion of traveling and living in another country. It seemed a impossible dream, but I never lost the hope of my dream becoming my reality. Years passed, I got married, and with the birth of my first son, I met my great love and a new illusion. Around this time, it became the end of my marriage and my dream of traveling was meanwhile lethargic between the hidden memories and past dreams, waiting for the time to be alive again. I never thought that I would leave my country, my parents or my sisters that was so hard even though this meant the opportunity to start a new family and perhaps a better future for my son. When least expected, he came to our lives, the man who would share and achieved one of my dreams, travelling abroad. My spouse's family had immigrated to North America years before we met and he, for reasons of age, stayed behind in Ecuador when his family immigrated to North America. As years passed, he got permission to immigrate to U.S.A. and finally be reunited with his family. We continued with our long distance relationship until I decided to travel to U.S.A. accompanied with my son. I initially did it as vacation time but then I decided to …show more content…
My family grew up. My spouse established his business of computers. My oldest child of the age of five years old, now twenty-three, wanted to serve his adopted country and became a Marine, he is currently completing college to pursue his future career. My second child of seventeen is about to finish high school and she is still deciding her career track. The last flower of the garden is in fifth grade and looking forward entering intermediate school. As if it were not enough, we also have foster children. Having these bundles of joy in my family has affected my life in a positive way as without moving to the United States, I would not be able bring foster children to my life along with the rest of my