I was terrified. I was 10 years old, actually 9 when I moved from my old dirty, but sweet Reynosa to Texas, the aftertaste was bitter. It was my first day at my new school and I remember my father taking me to the classroom. he was the only one doing this, all the other parents left their kids at the school door and turned around. i took a seat without taking my eyes off my father. he was talking to the teacher and nodding his head. they asked me i wanted breakfast, obviously i didn't, i was too nervous. my first year in a American elementary without knowing a single word of english, there begun the worst obstacle i could ever imagined. my fifth grade was full of embarrassing and not so fun memories, the fact that i didn't know english like
