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My Mom
This Essay will tell about my mother’s experiences of leaving her country in order to come to this one. She says it was a mix of feelings at the beginning because she was leaving her home but at the same time she was relieved because there was a civil war going on at the time. She was running away from danger and looking for a chance for opportunities. In her country (El Salvador) many people graduate from university but they don’t progress with there education. Since they had a civil war there were no opportunities and/or expectations to grow and progress. She was attending university when she decided to apply for a job at a very important bank, she was applying to be a teller but they told her they had no more jobs but that they needed someone to clean up and make coffee she decided not to take the job. The next day she went to school and knew some of her friends were coming illegally to the U.S. and without out hesitation she decide over night to go with them. Her parents were upset and didn’t want her to go (she was 21 years old). She had told them “I’m going to leave just give me what ever money you have” all they had was money equivalent to 50 dollars. Her transportation was a bus to Guatemala; she legally got into Guatemala because a person needs no passport to get in to that country. In Mexico was where it got tough because she couldn’t trust anyone, you’d hear stories of girls getting raped while trying to get through Mexico to the United States. You’d also hear of people getting killed. She almost got killed on her way to the U.S. because she was traveling with 3 other girls and this man (who was helping them with transportation) was planning with other men to rape her and her friends and later kill them, they found out through one of the men who found out that she was Salvadorian (he was too, but the other men didn’t know) he decided to help my mom and her friends. They left, and most of the way people kept offering drugs but there were also very nice people who gave them food and water. She lived off sardines for about a month (I guess that’s why she hates them). She expected opportunities of freedom here in the U.S. that she didn’t have back home. In Mexico she had to cross a river where the water reached up to her neck and she didn’t know how to swim but when they got to the other side immigration was there and asked them what they were doing there. Mexicans didn’t really like Salvadorians because they thought anyone coming from the country was a terrorist and were rebels involved in the guerrilla terrorist group but they let them go. One of her friends was a guide (because he already had taken the journey) but he got them lost in the forest for 2 days without any food or water. Finally they found a major street and they stopped at the bus stop, there was a big house there with a man and his daughters (they were in their 20s) and they told them that immigration passes by often through that street he invited them to go inside and have some water and food, as they sat down they saw the immigration shower car drive by when they left the man gave them some money. Afterwards they took a bus to a different city where they ran out of money, they all made a pact they were 3 girls and 2 guys they weren’t going to separate, they were going to ask for a ride from the semi delivery trucks but if they couldn’t all go then they wouldn’t go. They all went to the factories and got a ride from an old man, they’d tell jokes so that he could stay awake. That’s how they went the rest of the way.
When my mom first came to this country she worked as a babysitter and learned how to speak English through the kids she took care of. The problem was she was 21 years old and didn’t like staying inside all day so she quit and went for another job. She worked at McDonalds and quit after a week, she says her body was sore and she didn’t want to take that with such little money she was making, so she went back to her old job of being a babysitter. Then one day she was walking in downtown L.A. and she spotted an old friend from back home. Her friend got her a job at a Latin Notary office, but she was fired soon after because she didn’t want to go to dinner (date) with the owner. Since she had made good friends at the notary office they recommended her to other jobs and she was able to get a job at a clinic as a physical therapist assistant and would try to learn as much as she could. About a year and a half later she was a administer/manager for another clinic using from what she had learn from the previous one. She began going to college but didn’t graduate. Later she got married and worked her way through a series of jobs and is now a realtor. She says that when in the United States she was never faced with discrimination but as she went through Mexico she was discriminated often. She says “There are good and bad people everywhere you go in every country” she is thankful for the people that did help her in Mexico.
She became a citizen 10 years ago. I asked her what it meant to be an American she responded “I think what it means to be an American is Freedom, America is the land of opportunities for everyone you can become a druggy or a successful business women the choice is yours”. Only those who work hard will get far. She still keeps many traditions some examples is that the whole family needs to be at the table for dinner, teach principals manners, make sure that her children know about history and other cultures, and arts. Giving me a traditional quinceanera (sweet 15th birthday party), disciplining and pushing us to graduate and strive for a career, and also to give thanks to God for all we have.
I asked her immigration laws she responded by saying she doesn’t like that immigration takes people that work hard in the factories, those people come to America to work and make a living. She doesn’t like that they don’t send back the drug dealers and bums. In the future she doesn’t see America allowing anymore immigration.
I think my mother has come a long way in her life. She has suffered so much to allow her children to have the freedom and opportunities her own country could not provide. I cannot begin to compare my life to my moms. In my opinion I’m living a life of luxury compared to my mom’s.
The End
This Essay will tell about my mother’s experiences of leaving her country in order to come to this one. She says it was a mix of feelings at the beginning because she was leaving her home but at the same time she was relieved because there was a civil war going on at the time. She was running away from danger and looking for a chance for opportunities. In her country (El Salvador) many people graduate from university but they don’t progress with there education. Since they had a civil war there were no opportunities and/or expectations to grow and progress. She was attending university when she decided to apply for a job at a very important bank, she was applying to be a teller but they told her they had no more jobs but that they needed someone to clean up and make coffee she decided not to take the job. The next day she went to school and knew some of her friends were coming illegally to the U.S. and without out hesitation she decide over night to go with them. Her parents were upset and didn’t want her to go (she was 21 years old). She had told them “I’m going to leave just give me what ever money you have” all they had was money equivalent to 50 dollars. Her transportation was a bus to Guatemala; she legally got into Guatemala because a person needs no passport to get in to that country. In Mexico was where it got tough because she couldn’t trust anyone, you’d hear stories of girls getting raped while trying to get through Mexico to the United States. You’d also hear of people getting killed. She almost got killed on her way to the U.S. because she was traveling with 3 other girls and this man (who was helping them with transportation) was planning with other men to rape her and her friends and later kill them, they found out through one of the men who found out that she was Salvadorian (he was too, but the other men didn’t know) he decided to help my mom and her friends. They left, and most of the way people kept offering drugs but there were also very nice people who gave them food and water. She lived off sardines for about a month (I guess that’s why she hates them). She expected opportunities of freedom here in the U.S. that she didn’t have back home. In Mexico she had to cross a river where the water reached up to her neck and she didn’t know how to swim but when they got to the other side immigration was there and asked them what they were doing there. Mexicans didn’t really like Salvadorians because they thought anyone coming from the country was a terrorist and were rebels involved in the guerrilla terrorist group but they let them go. One of her friends was a guide (because he already had taken the journey) but he got them lost in the forest for 2 days without any food or water. Finally they found a major street and they stopped at the bus stop, there was a big house there with a man and his daughters (they were in their 20s) and they told them that immigration passes by often through that street he invited them to go inside and have some water and food, as they sat down they saw the immigration shower car drive by when they left the man gave them some money. Afterwards they took a bus to a different city where they ran out of money, they all made a pact they were 3 girls and 2 guys they weren’t going to separate, they were going to ask for a ride from the semi delivery trucks but if they couldn’t all go then they wouldn’t go. They all went to the factories and got a ride from an old man, they’d tell jokes so that he could stay awake. That’s how they went the rest of the way.
When my mom first came to this country she worked as a babysitter and learned how to speak English through the kids she took care of. The problem was she was 21 years old and didn’t like staying inside all day so she quit and went for another job. She worked at McDonalds and quit after a week, she says her body was sore and she didn’t want to take that with such little money she was making, so she went back to her old job of being a babysitter. Then one day she was walking in downtown L.A. and she spotted an old friend from back home. Her friend got her a job at a Latin Notary office, but she was fired soon after because she didn’t want to go to dinner (date) with the owner. Since she had made good friends at the notary office they recommended her to other jobs and she was able to get a job at a clinic as a physical therapist assistant and would try to learn as much as she could. About a year and a half later she was a administer/manager for another clinic using from what she had learn from the previous one. She began going to college but didn’t graduate. Later she got married and worked her way through a series of jobs and is now a realtor. She says that when in the United States she was never faced with discrimination but as she went through Mexico she was discriminated often. She says “There are good and bad people everywhere you go in every country” she is thankful for the people that did help her in Mexico.
She became a citizen 10 years ago. I asked her what it meant to be an American she responded “I think what it means to be an American is Freedom, America is the land of opportunities for everyone you can become a druggy or a successful business women the choice is yours”. Only those who work hard will get far. She still keeps many traditions some examples is that the whole family needs to be at the table for dinner, teach principals manners, make sure that her children know about history and other cultures, and arts. Giving me a traditional quinceanera (sweet 15th birthday party), disciplining and pushing us to graduate and strive for a career, and also to give thanks to God for all we have.
I asked her immigration laws she responded by saying she doesn’t like that immigration takes people that work hard in the factories, those people come to America to work and make a living. She doesn’t like that they don’t send back the drug dealers and bums. In the future she doesn’t see America allowing anymore immigration.
I think my mother has come a long way in her life. She has suffered so much to allow her children to have the freedom and opportunities her own country could not provide. I cannot begin to compare my life to my moms. In my opinion I’m living a life of luxury compared to my mom’s.
The End