Personal Narrative: My Migration To The United States

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I heard my mom talking to my dad. He tells her, “voy a ir para el norte(US) con un coyote(a person who brings people to the US illegally) que cobra barato,” I see her hugging him really tight. My dad comes to my sister and I and tells us that he will be back later, to not worry because he’s just going to see how “el norte” is, then might take us there later. My sister, my mom, and I understood why he wanted to go to The United States, he wants a better life for us. Next morning, my dad wasn’t there with us, it felt lonely, as if part of my heart was not there with me. I wanted to cry, but I knew that my dad was not there with us physically but he was with us in our hearts. As time passed, my mom asked us if we wanted to go to The United States and my sister and I were so happy, we said yes because our dad was up there.…show more content…
So weeks passed by and the day for us to leave came, we got in a car in Huichapan, Hidalgo and we rode to the border of Mexico/USA. We were hiding, I didn’t know where I was or what was happening, I was scared because all I knew was that if they found us we were not going to my dad. A day later passed, The Coyote and his people woke us up and told us “buenas noticias, todo paso bien y ya estamos en los United.” My mom was so happy as well as my sister and me. State by state, city by city, buildings by buildings, people by people, my eyes were seeing many beautiful things. We were in Houston, Texas, I saw many cars, many light, my eyes were glued to the window. I couldn’t believe it I was seeing a big city with my own eyes, I felt a rush of happiness inside me, I started to plan out what I would do when i got to the location where my dad was, I was going to go to the nearest city and eat a
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