Personal Narrative: Moving To The US

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The tranquil morning arose on a small town in Mexico. With it my brother and I made our way to school in our crisp clean uniforms, thanks to my mom. As we walked we greeted our neighbors with bright smiles and good mornings. Although everything appeared peaceful each morning, one could not forget that this town had become overridden by crime and drugs. Even though I was young I knew what was going on around me and what the adults talked about. I knew I could be killed at any time, and I would have never imagined ever escaping that place. Almost every night you could hear gunshots, sometimes in the distance or others very close to home. On nights like those, all I could remember was the fear on my mother’s face. My father was thousands of miles away in the United States, so my mother was all on her own to raise and protect us. Most of the time my brother and I were never allowed outside, only to go to school. I hated that I could not go outside to play with the other children, but now I look back and realize that my mother was just worried that something would happen to us. …show more content…
We were all moving with my father to the United States. It was whole new world for me coming from a rural town into a big city. However, things felt more difficult than before. In school, I had to learn a completely new language and catch up to the current curriculum the other children were learning. I became self-taught, as my mother could not help me because she knew less English than me and the school had no special program for new arrivals like they do now. We could not even consider getting a private tutor because with the income we had, we were barely making ends meet. I knew all I had was myself and I had to mature and become independent quickly at such a young