Since 1960 million of Cubans have been immigrating to the USA, and me an my family are one of them. My mother passed away in 1995, and my brother and I started making a living on our own at an early age, have to look out for each other definitely made our bond stronger than ever. Then, on 1998, my brother won the VISA lottery to migrate to the USA, and we could afford to pay the entire trip for both, so he came to make a living in a strange culture, with one goal, be together again. After 10 years of hard work my brother was able to place the paperwork to reunite us, and three years later we were finally able to be together again, in August of 2011 me, my husband and d son finally came to the land of freedom.
We arrived in august 5, 2011. At the beginning, it felt very strange, everything looked so surreal we couldn 't believe we were together again.We spent long hours telling stories about the past, all the stuff that we
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(funny right), that language barrier that Cubans don 't want to believe that exist, that is real, and sometime, hurts. But we stayed strong, we were convinced that sacrifices have to be made in our lives in order to get a better life for our son and family. Having two jobs, going to school on the weekends, seeing my son and husband barely three hours a day, trying to be successful in everything that I was doing, was just the beginning.
So, we start to see goals getting accomplished and setting new ones, our new life was having our propose. My family was all set, and all of sudden an unexpected gift came to our lives, news that only joy and happiness will bring to our family, I was expecting a beautiful boy, one more time we were
My pregnant grandmother Petronila Machado gave birth to her baby son Cesar Obdulio Chavez Machado, who was named after his stepfather on December 10, 1953 in a small rural area known as San Pedro Arenales, Municipal of Chinameca, Departament of San Miguel in El Salvador. My father wasn’t born in a hospital. He was born in my grandmother’s home. Her home still exists today, and is the only adobe mud brick house in San Pedro Arenales. My father was always called Cesarito.
ESSAY # 2 10/04/2017 Rough draft COMPARE AND CONTRAST MY LIFE BEFORE IN CUBA AND NOW IN MIAMI. My life before I came this country was in Cuba. But I decided to come for a better future for me, and my family.
By all means; the Imperfect Mexican-American When I was younger, I couldn't fathom what my parents meant when they said ‘‘Cruce la frontera para que tengan una mejor vida,’’ In other words, I crossed the border for my children to have the future they longed for; their American dream. I understood the troubles and sacrifices they went through and felt the pain they carried for leaving their motherland, yet I didn't understand what life they were looking for me and my sisters. Years later, one afternoon, my sister greets us with the news that she got accepted to college, I thought this is it, the better life my parents wished for us, the sacrifices they made are paying off, yet to my surprise what was suppose to be proudness turned out to be
Similar to other immigrants my family history is somewhat compelling. Starting with my grandfather who was exiled out of Egypt in 1959 primarily as a result of the "decolonization process and the rise of Egyptian nationalism”, my immediate family and I also left France in 2004 as a result of rising tension against Jews. The migration of my grandparents and parents, from a young age, cultivated a sense of determination in me to overcome obstacles. Arriving in Miami at age 5, I had to learned my third language, English, in order to attend school. I was determined to and successfully lost my accent and got tested into the gifted program after a year of school.
Through the significant struggles I have witness from my parents I have learned and adapted that if you want something you have to work for it, as much as they did in order to fully provide my siblings and myself with the basic necessities. Having immigrant parents who were only eligible to work in the agriculture business was a bit overwhelming. Since they only spoke one language, Spanish, there wasn’t many job opportunities for them. Getting paid minimum wage and be living as a low income family we were faced with many struggles. I can say that coming from immigrant parents and foreseeing their struggles, immigrants of Hispanic descent have overcome many adversities especially discrimination because the way they dress, not being able to speak the English language fluently or because of their cultural beliefs.
When I was six years old, living in Ethiopia, my dad won an American green card visa lottery among 53,000 people. Although it was exciting news, family members were discouraged because my dad could not afford the visa processing and traveling expense. However, he found a sponsor in Seattle, which allowed him to settle in America. As soon as he found a good house and a stable job, he started the process for me and my family. Multiple errors and obstacles delayed our processing for five years.
Being a child of immigrant parents is not easy. You are constantly living in the fear that one day you’ll wake up and you parents won’t be there with you anymore. Specially now that we have a new president, things are getting more challenging. But don’t get me wrong, I live a happy life. I am proud to call myself a Latina.
The United States is the most diverse country in the world and people from different countries travel to the United States for a better future or because they just love the United States freedom. The United States was built by immigrant around the world in fact, that is why a lot of people love to go to the U.S.A being that the U.S. accept as much immigrants as they can. Before moving to the United States of America every immigrant should know some basic American tradition; because it will help them understand American traditions. American food are serve in many different ways and the portion option in food is different than any other country. In America their some things that are name differently or we use different rule then other country is like the American language.
Being a Cuban immigrant has provided me with a unique bicultural perspective that has become my support system in the United States. For the first eleven years of my life, my culture was composed of music and dancing. In every street corner of my hometown, there was a group of seniors playing domino and close by, their grandchildren dancing to the Salsa music being played on the radio to pass the time. The hardships created by the communist regime are overshadowed by memories of my mother teaching me how to sew and by my paternal grandmother teaching me how to enjoy a strong Cuban coffee. Those precious memories of home became a source of pain when I migrated to the United States.
Throughout the experience, I have learned how to gather the resources that I need to succeed, the hard work immigrants must do to assimilate into a new country leaves a lifelong mark positively. And on me, it has taught me how to never give up, because there’s no one I can fall back on. All I have is myself and my will to accomplish what I
Ten years ago, I immigrated to the United States and ever since I have been an undocumented immigrant. Due to my legal status in the United States, I felt like I was restricted from certain situations and possessions and would never be able to succeed. I was not living the normal life of a seven-year-old. Instead, I had to learn to cope and adapt to a whole new culture. Even though the drastic change at such a young age was a challenge, it has shaped who I am today.
At the age of____, I left everything behind in Armenia and migrated into the United States of America to start a new life. Even though I love my paternal land and do not forget where I come from, the fact that I could pursue a career and become a productive member of the society encouraged me to move to America. To my great misfortune, I was persecuted for being politically active in my own country and I could no longer fight with the authorities for violating my civil rights. I had the potential of facing more dangerous situations than I was already in at the time. I am my parent’s first child
As I ponder over my life, each memory seems identical to the other, and I find myself drifting through a reality of similar events that generate the same memories and emotions. Looking back further into my childhood includes memories of my homeland. I remember entering a new world at the age of five, where all of my later memories would be formed. This was when my family moved to the United States from Peru, my native country in the South. The complete change in culture and values truly impacted me when I first moved to Florida, and I reflect over the significant effect it has had on my character during the last thirteen years of my life.
My parents and I primarily live in Florida while my brother lives out of state in Georgia. We don’t get to spend much time with my brother very often so, this vacation was much needed. All of the laughing we did and fun experiences we had together brought us closer than ever. Now we all have memories that we could never forget. Still to this day my brother and I talk about our mother falling on the ice.
I am a daughter of two immigrants. Both of my parents were born in the Dominican Republic. They lived through poverty and made the decision to move to the America in search for a better life and to live the “American Dream”. Around thirty-seven years ago, my father and my mother both came to this country. At just the age of sixteen my father had to leave behind all he knew and start a new life in the United States after his mother, my grandmother past away suddenly.