Personal Narrative Essay: The Journey Of An Immigrant

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The Journey Of An Immigrant
We all have a common goal in life to better ourselves and progress not to stay stuck in the same place for the rest of your life to have a future. In Mexico is hard to progress when you come from a small house with 6 siblings and a poor upbringing with an alcoholic and abusive mom while dad does everything to feed 8 kids - this why I took to journey to America.
He was the youngest out the six his older brother in America doing great his house and a car with money that is all he taught during his childhood. So right After high school with the money he had been saving he bought a coyote august 10 he had to say goodbye to the little ranch that shaped who he has and to his family and friends leaving everything behind
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I knew that if stayed I would have starved or dehydrated to death.” His voice cracks and his eyes water. “ It was hard not to think about death in a hot, hopeless, and devastating environment, the dry air and glaring absence of life peer pressure me to cowardly got out of my hole and told the immigration officer that they forgot someone they laughed in my face and grabbed me and stuffed like unwanted intruders into a truck like caged animals when all we wanted was a better future for ourselves they took us to an immigration center on the way there I was angered and questioned why did they treat us like this if all of us came from nothing America was built on immigrants why now that other immigrants wanted to do the same thing as the American ancestors we were denied the access to better ourselves After having him in the immigration center for two days they send us back to …show more content…
“We all crossed the river thanks to god despite it was hot and August surprisingly that river had a strong current.” and just like the first time, they got caught. “The third time was not scary I guess I got used to it I and the immigration officers had a bond the probably already knew us and in two days we were again in …. Yup you guessed it, Matamoros.” He couldn't back home he had no money the only option was to try again and again until he made and eventually he did on September 9th he said his last goodbyes to his country. “The moment that would change my life when we finally crossed the border after like a month of trying we made I couldn’t believe it felt like a dream I was in a way paranoid that there would be immigration officers in Houston and I was going to get deported

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