As my father started to drive away from our old house in Mexico, I wondered what it would be like in America. I had heard that it was to be a great place such as Disney World. There was one problem though: I only spoke Spanish. How was it going to be talking to other people who spoke only English? I don’t know how I am going to survive through this journey there with no English under my belt. I realized that nothing was going to get in the way of me getting to know America better.
My father was tired of driving and midway through the journey he decides to board a train for the rest of the way. As we had reached our destination and were un-boarding I saw my Uncle Hermano. My father was surprised to see him because he was not wearing a sombrero hat, had no moustache and no bright belt buckle. Instead he had on a cowboy hat, sideburns, and an earring and was fat as a pig. I had expected him to be the same way he used to be but since he came to America 6 years ago, he has changed a lot. We are finally here in America on May 12, 1967.
Uncle Hermano drove us through the night as I was riding in the back of his blue pick-up truck. We were riding down a country road but I couldn’t see it because of it being so dark. As I was getting tired of watching the dark roads ahead of us, I decided to try and go to sleep. The roads were very bumpy though and had me jolting from side to side. The hay I had been asleep on had now formed into a harder bed then it had been before. I pushed myself towards the back of the truck and pulled my body slightly to an angle to gaze out into the night.
As we were riding along I saw no fences, creeks, trees, hills or fields. All that I saw in the pitch black darkness was land. I gazed into the sky but saw nothing but an empty black hole when stars and a moon should have taken its place. I didn’t want to go to America to learn a new language and to meet new people. I wanted to remain in Mexico but that was not an option for me since I am only thirteen years old. I have no say in what we do and where my parents want to live there lives.
It is going to be a very hard task for my family and me to live here because of all the land and having to learn how to farm. My family is coming from a very sheltered area of Mexico called Guatemala. There I knew everyone and everything I needed to but now I have to relearn it all except for a different country. If I had an option I would have brought along my oldest brother Rico, whom wanted to stay and work with the neighbors, but didn’t want me to leave on my own without him. I miss Rico and wish that he was here by my side like he usually was.
I awoke the following morning just as we were passing a sign that said, “Welcome to Nevada.” We traveled for about three to four more hours until we finally arrived. The truck parked in front of what seemed to be a small shack made out of mud. I was not prepared to see this for what I stayed in Mexico was a big house. I seemed to be dreaming for this was not what I had pictured for our new living arrangements. My mind was not full of simplicity but full of anger and frustration. I wanted to be back in Mexico but knew that it wasn’t going to happen as I had wanted it to be.
My father was tired of driving and midway through the journey he decides to board a train for the rest of the way. As we had reached our destination and were un-boarding I saw my Uncle Hermano. My father was surprised to see him because he was not wearing a sombrero hat, had no moustache and no bright belt buckle. Instead he had on a cowboy hat, sideburns, and an earring and was fat as a pig. I had expected him to be the same way he used to be but since he came to America 6 years ago, he has changed a lot. We are finally here in America on May 12, 1967.
Uncle Hermano drove us through the night as I was riding in the back of his blue pick-up truck. We were riding down a country road but I couldn’t see it because of it being so dark. As I was getting tired of watching the dark roads ahead of us, I decided to try and go to sleep. The roads were very bumpy though and had me jolting from side to side. The hay I had been asleep on had now formed into a harder bed then it had been before. I pushed myself towards the back of the truck and pulled my body slightly to an angle to gaze out into the night.
As we were riding along I saw no fences, creeks, trees, hills or fields. All that I saw in the pitch black darkness was land. I gazed into the sky but saw nothing but an empty black hole when stars and a moon should have taken its place. I didn’t want to go to America to learn a new language and to meet new people. I wanted to remain in Mexico but that was not an option for me since I am only thirteen years old. I have no say in what we do and where my parents want to live there lives.
It is going to be a very hard task for my family and me to live here because of all the land and having to learn how to farm. My family is coming from a very sheltered area of Mexico called Guatemala. There I knew everyone and everything I needed to but now I have to relearn it all except for a different country. If I had an option I would have brought along my oldest brother Rico, whom wanted to stay and work with the neighbors, but didn’t want me to leave on my own without him. I miss Rico and wish that he was here by my side like he usually was.
I awoke the following morning just as we were passing a sign that said, “Welcome to Nevada.” We traveled for about three to four more hours until we finally arrived. The truck parked in front of what seemed to be a small shack made out of mud. I was not prepared to see this for what I stayed in Mexico was a big house. I seemed to be dreaming for this was not what I had pictured for our new living arrangements. My mind was not full of simplicity but full of anger and frustration. I wanted to be back in Mexico but knew that it wasn’t going to happen as I had wanted it to be.
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