My Story as an Immigrant

Coming from an immigrant family, I know first hand how it works and all the sacrifices it needs to be done. My parents had to leave our brand new house, my dads job in the government and all what they had accomplished there, so my bothers and I could have something better and a safe life. We left when the Mexican drug war started; my dad had some encounters with couple hit-mans that were looking for trouble. As well as threats of kidnaping me. That was more than enough for him to want to leave everything behind and start something new. I came to the U.S at age of 10 years old and had to learn the language within one year so I could go to an all-English school. It was something really hard to do because it was such short amount of time. Not only that, but it was hard to get used to this country in every way imaginable. My family had to get used to a new life without knowing the language, the culture, the way of life here in general. I know how hard it is to have a life here specially when you start with nothing and you once had everything in your homeland. That’s why I’m proud of being the first of my family to go to college and as well as my family is proud of me, for accomplishing everything I have accomplished till this day. Although the rough circumstances I've faced, I'm still here fitting through to reach that "American Dream".