Immigrant Narrative

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My mom Christina has only ever worried about herself and those she loves. She has led a relaxed life for as long as she can remember. There is an exception to every rule, however. Her exception was enrolling in the Air Force. For six weeks she obeyed, worked hard, and focused on what needed to be done rather than worry about someone else’s’ needs. Chris had to make sure everything was in order everyday and she made sure she wouldn’t get in trouble. She remembers every moment leading up to her bed assignment. The plane ride to San Antonio, she recalls, was terrifying; her stomach churned and she felt she wasn’t ready to leave home. However, the worst experience leading up to Basic Training was the bussing over to the dorms. Her colleagues and her knew that as soon as the bus stopped, the instructors would run on and begin yelling. This rang true and she began the most grueling, yet best, six weeks of her life. …show more content…
She had married at eighteen and had me at twenty, and after she left my dad, we moved back to Iowa with her parents. Of course she couldn’t live with them forever, so she went to college and rented an apartment for us. She always made sure I was being taken care of and that I was in a safe environment. I never went hungry or cold, I was always with someone I was comfortable being around, and I was always with her. I am very grateful to have her as my mother because I know a lot of women couldn’t handle that situation. She made it through, though, and I was her number one priority. I was so important to her that her parents forced her to go out and meet someone new. After about four years of being on our own, she met my