Personal Narrative: My Father In The US

My father is my hero and the hardest working man I have ever met. I could never imagine my dad not being here and not having him by my side, but little did I know that he had lived in fear for years for just that reason. My dad was born in Mexico and brought to the U.S. at just six months old. I never really understood that my dad wasn’t welcomed in a place he had called home until I reached middle school. This was the first time my dad had a conversation with me about the constant and terrifying struggles on his journey to become a citizen. “I was born in Mexico yes, but the United States was always my home. I grew up here” my father had explained when he started to tell me the most heart-breaking story of a boy who searched for reasons why he couldn’t catch a break. It was early in the morning when my dad at the age of five heard rustling through the house. His father came to them and said that they needed to leave, that there was a van …show more content…
She was in distress because immigration was there to take them back to Mexico again. But this time was more complicated, since my fathers had more siblings that were born in the U.S. they didn’t have to go. My dad’s mom made a tough decision that she wanted them all to go so they can stay together. Again, my father was being ripped out of the only home he knew because to them “he didn’t belong”. My dad was fourteen at the time when he was deported for the second time. When they reached Mexico, they had to stay with family until they could get picked up. His mother just got payed and could cash the money for them to come back. When they reached the border, immigration had lined him and his siblings up. Some of his brothers had their U.S. birth certificates and all of them spoke good English. So, when they asked them one by one where they were born, his mom told them all to say the U.S. They let them all pass and could come back to the