Tamaulipas: A Short Story

My life begins here in Brownsville, Texas. However, I was only there from the beginning when I was a newborn before going back to Matamoros, Tamaulipas where my family had their own house. My mom wanted to have me in the U.S. because people had told her that there were far more opportunities over here. Technically, these two cities have become my two homes. I do miss Matamoros, Tamaulipas because that’s where I spend most of my childhood until I was seven years old. Then we had to return back to Texas because one of my younger sisters got very sick. The first five years outside of Matamoros were miserable for me because I didn’t speak an ounce of English which left me feeling so different from everyone else.
Moving to a new place for a foreigner is never easy because you leave behind friends, your house, relatives, and a bunch of other things. It’s depressing from a child perspective
Which is nice I wish I could be able to learn another language other than just Spanish and English. I tried back in High School by taking some French courses, but I didn’t keep practicing and forgot most of it. It’s the same way in Spanish and English if one doesn’t keep practicing every day words that we once knew become foreign. There are always new words to learn that is why we have to keep practicing by reading, communicating with other people, writing, translating, etc. I am lucky that my family speaks Spanish already, and at school I keep practicing my English. A lot of people up north only know one language, which is sad to hear every time they tell me this. Nowadays for me learning a new language is interesting and exciting at least I look at it like that. If I had more time I would probably keep practicing my French because one of my goals is to go to France for a while, and then go to Argentina or