Professor David Marroquin
23 April, 2013
My Daughter, My Strength
I was heartbroken when I decided to leave my country seven years ago to come live with my family in the United States. My mom didn’t know the main reason why I finally accepted her request. I was feeling so empty and lonely at that time that I would have say yes to anything just to run away from it. Few weeks after I came here I found out that I was pregnant, and I remember at that time being scared to death: How am I going to care for someone when I am such a mess myself? Well, as time went by, I found the strength and the courage to face my demons and fears, and most of all the focus less on myself and began to think about that little life growing inside of me. I signed up to a vocational training school and started the pharmacy technician program. The first day, the teacher asked me if I will be able to finish the course, I look at her and say: “I am due the day before Christmas Break, so what do you think?” She left me alone and never asked again. The American accent was the most difficult part of it, because back home we read and write English but the accent is not the same. So I had to work harder but I did not bother me at all because it just kept me busy. Between that, I had my little girl exactly the day we went on spring break. I remember it like it was yesterday, that day I woke up at 7am as usual, showered, dropped my sister’s kids at school and went to class myself. And then that’s when it started. At first, I felt like a little discomfort not really pain and then it was like something was pushing down. I didn’t know what I was so I called my mom and she told me to rush to the hospital where she will meet me there. After that everything went so fast that before I knew it I was holding the most precious thing on earth in my hand. I looked at her and that’s when I named her: Erin which means Peace in Gaelic. That’s exactly what she...
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