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I Pursue My Education In The US
The love between a mother and daughter is unbreakable, so when my mother was diagnosed with cysts in her ovaries, I was devastated. Doctors could not provide her with effective treatment in the U.S., therefore my mother decided to seek treatment in Mexico. As a result, I had to leave fourth grade and go to Mexico. I was not enrolled in any schooling in Mexico because I had to devote all my time to my mother.This was a difficult time where I learned to develop responsibility, self-motivation, and persistence skills.
In Mexico, I was emotionally scarred from watching my mother suffer, and from witnessing poverty all around me. I witnessed children working in the fields, which made me see how fortunate I was to have the opportunity to get an education in the United States. I realized that being in a foreign country, caring for my mother should not stop me from being educated. Thus, I motivated and taught myself the material I was missing in school.
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I would go to my town's local computer lab and email my teacher for the assignments I was missing. I struggled with the new material, but I forced myself to try my hardest and not surrender while attending to my mother's every need. When I returned to school I had completed all the work, and with proper tutoring I was able to catch up to my classmates. Being only nine years old, it would have come easy to just give up, but I never did because my priorities were my mother's health and my education. While in Mexico, it was tempting to participate in childlike play, I knew I had schoolwork to complete and my mother to care for. My mother's path to recovery in a foreign country forced me to mature and become very independent. In sum, being my mother's only source of support, shaped me into a well-driven, responsible, and persistent

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