I was raised by both of my parents, and grew up with two sisters. We moved a lot when I was little, then we got a stable home for 3 years while I was attending elementary in Mexico. Everything seemed to be perfect. Then the worry in my dad's eyes appeared. I was too young to understand, I was only told that we had to move because dad needed a better job. Having to leave friends, school, and relatives wasn't the worse part. Once I was brought to the United States, it's when the challenge began. I was used to being one of the smartest kids in my school, and I was now in a place where I couldn't do the same high quality work I was capable of doing before. I couldn't write, read, or even speak English. On top of that, I got bullied throughout Middle
