Assignment 1: Sociological Autobiography

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Ambar Tavera
Introduction to Sociology
Prof. ;Paoyi Huang

Homework Assignment #1: Sociological Autobiography

Migration

With only 9 years of age, I had to leave my mother behind. With my father and sister I had to migrate from the hot dominican republic, to the United States. Everyones dream to go to the United States, where all your dreams come true. This was one of the most difficult experiences ever. Leaving my mother behind was heartbreaking. I still remember the moment when i last saw my mother before departing to the United states. In the mind of a 9 year old who was going to “New York” where the snow slowly falls. Where part of my family already was. Lived my fantasy of getting on a plane. Not really how i expected but i got on
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Being a young lady and not having my mom by my side was terrifying. This really shaped me in many ways. I became the person my little sister looked up to. I had to do things i wouldn’t normally do if i had my mother with me. It absolutely made me grow but at the same time it was all too much for a 9 year old. From picking up my own outfits , doing my sisters and my hair, learning to clean ( made beds, fixed closets, even wash dishes). Really went through some hard times learning things by myself. Although, we spoke on the phone every night, it really broke my heart not to have her by side. Not being able to give my mother a hug after a hard day at …show more content…
Not only was I growing up, I was taught by all the experiences I went thought. Leaving my mother behind was tough but knowing it was all for a better cause gave me the strength to mature. Migrating to a complete different place not knowing its language. Adjusting to the cold winters, learning english, and taking the trains. I can proudly say, I’ve had somewhat adjusted to New York. This part of my life helped me mature at an early age. To view new things a different way, to accept that change is good and to always be prepare for

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