My mother is an immigrant. A hardworking, pious woman who moved to a foreign country in order to raise her children and offer them everything she could. After her first three children, my mother grew accustomed to her feeling of loneliness. She was often left alone with three young children, dealing with their constant bickering and nagging. On top of that she had limited communication with others, due to a language barrier, no car and no friends in this new world. She struggled with her decision to stop working and put her schooling on pause. She struggled with injuries from childbearing. She struggled with her marriage, a marriage that took place between two very young lovers blind of reality, and shocked when hit with it. She often engaged
Overall, my family has taught me the importance of service, education, and of tenacity in the face of adversity. My parent’s stern beliefs of never taking life for granted and to always take the step forward to establish yourself as a responsible individual created a work ethic that has solidified my character. When I imagine the hardships my parents faced to create the future where my sister and I have the opportunity to pursue
Ever since I graduated High school they kept pushing me like if I was one a swing, to keep going and I did, I attended Heritage University. I did not want to be far away from my parents and sister, so Heritage was the best option I had. My parents have been my every day inspiration because every day they work so hard to bring food and keep a roof under our heads and I am very thankful for that. That’s why I’m here going to school and trying my best to graduate and become someone later, so they can be glad that I achieved and didn’t back out. We have to follow the path because that path never ends it might have rough edges and bumps, but as long as you believe you will soon get to your destination.
The fear that someone in my family could be deported becomes a reality when my step-father is arrested in 2010 after a car accident. I’m 11 years old when this happens, so I’m fully aware that he is not a citizen of this country and that it will be very long before I get to see him again. I remember my little sister and I sleeping in my mom’s bed every single night when he
Recent events in the past decade has cause many people to portrayed immigrants as terrorists, illegal immigrants, gang affiliated members, drug dealers, etc. This raises questions regarding closing the border or limiting the number of people that can migrate to America. Politicians and law makers are too concerned about this matter and had propose solutions and issue laws in attempt to stop foreigners from coming to America. However, as both sides pushes for their ideas on the issue, it is ultimately up to the younger generation to decide the future of immigrants living in America. Being well informed and understanding of the issue is essential when it comes to choosing whether something is right or wrong. Therefore, articles and texts have been made to discuss the issues of immigrants living in America. Articles likes “Donald Trump Immigrants Myth” has raised awareness to the misconception of immigrants. While attempting to address the issue by using Trump as the focus of the problem, the text falls short on appealing to young audience as its content is too focused and too biased, making the text narrow. Subsequently, the
My parents were both undocumented immigrants from small villages in Mexico, and the experiences that are fundamental to me are those from my childhood, which I experienced from the perspective of a child of undocumented immigrants. I remember the fear that I felt whenever I saw strangers, because I strongly believed that each time a stranger was near my parents would somehow be sent away. I longed to communicate, but it felt as though I was burdened with a greater awareness of who I was and what situation I was born into. I feared that once I spoke, I would be labeled an outsider. My first language was Spanish, and I vividly recall running to my neighbors and having a conversation only speaking gibberish in the hopes of communicating my thoughts
This paper is a rhetorical analysis on immigration and how it is impacting the GDP of the country. Immigration has always been an issue in the United States for many years and today it is still a major hot topic everywhere you pass. The entire world is discussing the immigration situation in the US presently because of the number of people it is impacting. The President of the US has placed executive orders to ban people from certain countries and many are outraged and disgusted. Information on immigration can be seen in all directions and places such as on social media, newspapers, discussion groups, radios and televisions. Immigration has changes so much over the years even kids have a say on the issue. I am very interested in this topic
This has helped her overcome so much heartbreak, from losing my dad, my sister, and my brother to her own health issues and through it all her faith has never been shaken. I look at my mother with nothing less than amazement. After my dad had his heart attack and could no longer work my mom never failed to provide for all her children, we didn't have a lot but we always had enough. This made me such a humble and grateful person, and I never take anything I have for granted.
After years of struggling my parents have reached their goal, we are finally in a stable financial situation and their kids are going to school. What I take away from my parents is hard work and consistency pay off. Many obstacles can be overcome. They have also taught me that hard times don 't last forever. I
With a working single parent, often I’ve taken care of my sister and myself, this responsibility has made me a more considerate and hardworking person and allowed me to know from a young age that I was capable and could achieve the high expectations I set for myself. Over the years, this responsibility has given me confidence in myself and my family, that by working hard and taking care of each other we could make it through the difficult
I have always viewed my father as the strong provider for the family, but that soon changed. A year ago my father was diagnosed with cancer. Soon after he lost his job, mainly because he was not physically capable of working. Bills after bills became pilling up and the thought of going to college, for the first time seemed far out of the question. I wanted to focus on providing for the family due, to the fact that my mother was not fortunate enough to find a job because she was not legally able too.
I was born in Southern Los Angeles and lived in a conserved community of predominantly hispanic immigrants seeking socioeconomic prosperity for their families and an adequate education for their children. My family was a part of this community and as such, I was always met with a high standard for education and was taught to fully appreciate the benefits that followed it. I would constantly be reminded of these benefits when I would continuously witness not only my own family struggle, but when neighbors and friends also struggled to provide essential payments for their utilities, food, or rent. These financial struggles stubbornly persisted to haunt my family and in 2008 we were in no position to maintain our home and consequently lost it. This drastically strained family