Personal Narrative
Does moving to a new place change everything you ever experience? Moving to a whole new descriptive place is like being pop out of your mothers belly again. Especially, when you move to a place where the language, the food, the people, school and everything else is brand new. Those type of situations, shape your way of living in a constructive way that will affect the rest of your lifestyle. That's the same situation that made me have a life change into a whole new story. Almost 15 years ago, my mother had to make a decision that will affect her and affect the love ones around her. An option that will make her leave everything she ever loved and wanted behind forever. The option was to leave her lifestyle, her family and leave a part of her own blood made from her flesh. The own blood was me, leaving me with my grandma so she could had gone to find a job and start a new journey. To have a way to support the her baby and her own family. Departing to the U.S.A when I was only one years old. Until a sudden burdens of death that was going to make my whole story, lifestyle, my whole childhood and the rest of my life changed.
I never got to met my mother but the soon had to happen. I had an experience of a love one's death. Stealing everything I ever had it and loved. The death of a love one's, was my precious grandmother. Removing her out of my life when I was only nine. After nine years with my grandma, all the time she took care of me, gave me love, kindness, care and patients was over. I was young and not so smart back then. I didn't know what was gonna happen to me, she was the only option I had. I only had my uncles and aunts to take care of me. Plus, they had kids to take her off as well and it would just be another burdens for them to have me living with them. So the decision that I had never even thought off was going to happen. The decision that many other foreigners have experience. That decision was to move to the United Stated with my mother.
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I never got to met my mother but the soon had to happen. I had an experience of a love one's death. Stealing everything I ever had it and loved. The death of a love one's, was my precious grandmother. Removing her out of my life when I was only nine. After nine years with my grandma, all the time she took care of me, gave me love, kindness, care and patients was over. I was young and not so smart back then. I didn't know what was gonna happen to me, she was the only option I had. I only had my uncles and aunts to take care of me. Plus, they had kids to take her off as well and it would just be another burdens for them to have me living with them. So the decision that I had never even thought off was going to happen. The decision that many other foreigners have experience. That decision was to move to the United Stated with my mother.
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