dream warrior
10-02-2007, 02:18 PM
My father left for the US as soon as he married my mother and he would go back and forth (back when it was easier and cheaper to cross the border). When I was six my father decided to bring all of us to the US, when i say all of us i mean all seven of us. My mother, my younger brother and i would come first becauses he couldnt afford to bring all of us at once. We took a bus from Nayarit, Mex. to Tijuana and stayed at a hotel. My father said a man was going to come and meet us there. I still remember the name of the Hotel: Hotel Rosas.
A man finally came and showed my brother and i an ID and asked us if it looked like my mother, and she did. For us we would use someone elses birth certificate. On our way to the border we stopped at a stroe to get us some "Gringo" clothes and a bakery to get a cake. The cake was because our story was that we were going over for a birthday party (it has been the longest party of my life). We picked up three other ladies and we had no problems crossing. The man dorpped us off at a Mc Donalds and we had our first burger n fries.
After a while two youg guys picked us up. Everyone would get picked up by separate people becasue everyone was going to different places inteh US. As we were getting in the car my mother remebers that she forgot to say good bye to the ladies we crossed with and she goes back. Needless to say that the guys got pissed off and said "Apurese vieja cabrona" my mom didn't heat it but i did and i told her some yares after (we laughed).
We were taken to an apartment, im not sure where but i think it was somewhere in the san diego area. It was the hottest night ever it was in the middle of july. Inthe apartmetn lived a lady with her children and we played with them all night. The next morning another person picked us up and drove us to LA where we finally met my father. After that we drove to my uncle's house in the bay area. We soon enrolled in school and there are some funny stories i will ommit for length purposes.
Some months after my father still had't managed to save enough money to bring my two brothers and two sisters that we left behind and naturally my mother grew inpatient. My mothere decided that after six moths she had had enough and we were going back. We had already packed our stuff when my father tells my mom that he managed to get enouh money to bring the rest of the family and we have been here together ever since. My father did get deported once back in 2000, which was very hard for everyone.
I have never been back to Mexico since my motehr and sisters have. I think that all of hte hardships i have gone through you all have to and i believe that those harships are what unite us behind a comon cause.
To metion one struggle: On saturday night after i went to a Mana concer (which by the way it rocked) i got pulled over by the police. I had just dropped off my friend at her house it was like 1am and i was driveing past a construction site where i swurved over to the other lane so as to not hit the cones ont he side of the rode. Naturally the cop pulled me pver because he thought i was drunk, which to much of his surprise i wasn't.
I was driving my brother's car and it got impounded for a month and it will cost at least $1,000 to get out. But thats not the worst, the next day i was set to go to Washington DC for a work trip and i had to cancel two hours before my flight. Now i have alot of explaining to do to my boss. I have been thinking of telling him the truth and taking my risks. I hate not being honest, but i also really like my job and the people there have been great with me. If anyone has any sugestions let me know because by this time next week i probably won't have a job.
I am 22 years old and i am currently on my last year of college, but i want to go to graduate school. I have been seriously thinking of getting my masters in Mexico. Anyways it feels good to tell my story and im sorry it's really long. I always try to look onthe funny side of things and not dwell on my situation and just keep on overcoming the obstacles that i am faced with because we all didn't get where we got by feeling sorry for ourselves.
A man finally came and showed my brother and i an ID and asked us if it looked like my mother, and she did. For us we would use someone elses birth certificate. On our way to the border we stopped at a stroe to get us some "Gringo" clothes and a bakery to get a cake. The cake was because our story was that we were going over for a birthday party (it has been the longest party of my life). We picked up three other ladies and we had no problems crossing. The man dorpped us off at a Mc Donalds and we had our first burger n fries.
After a while two youg guys picked us up. Everyone would get picked up by separate people becasue everyone was going to different places inteh US. As we were getting in the car my mother remebers that she forgot to say good bye to the ladies we crossed with and she goes back. Needless to say that the guys got pissed off and said "Apurese vieja cabrona" my mom didn't heat it but i did and i told her some yares after (we laughed).
We were taken to an apartment, im not sure where but i think it was somewhere in the san diego area. It was the hottest night ever it was in the middle of july. Inthe apartmetn lived a lady with her children and we played with them all night. The next morning another person picked us up and drove us to LA where we finally met my father. After that we drove to my uncle's house in the bay area. We soon enrolled in school and there are some funny stories i will ommit for length purposes.
Some months after my father still had't managed to save enough money to bring my two brothers and two sisters that we left behind and naturally my mother grew inpatient. My mothere decided that after six moths she had had enough and we were going back. We had already packed our stuff when my father tells my mom that he managed to get enouh money to bring the rest of the family and we have been here together ever since. My father did get deported once back in 2000, which was very hard for everyone.
I have never been back to Mexico since my motehr and sisters have. I think that all of hte hardships i have gone through you all have to and i believe that those harships are what unite us behind a comon cause.
To metion one struggle: On saturday night after i went to a Mana concer (which by the way it rocked) i got pulled over by the police. I had just dropped off my friend at her house it was like 1am and i was driveing past a construction site where i swurved over to the other lane so as to not hit the cones ont he side of the rode. Naturally the cop pulled me pver because he thought i was drunk, which to much of his surprise i wasn't.
I was driving my brother's car and it got impounded for a month and it will cost at least $1,000 to get out. But thats not the worst, the next day i was set to go to Washington DC for a work trip and i had to cancel two hours before my flight. Now i have alot of explaining to do to my boss. I have been thinking of telling him the truth and taking my risks. I hate not being honest, but i also really like my job and the people there have been great with me. If anyone has any sugestions let me know because by this time next week i probably won't have a job.
I am 22 years old and i am currently on my last year of college, but i want to go to graduate school. I have been seriously thinking of getting my masters in Mexico. Anyways it feels good to tell my story and im sorry it's really long. I always try to look onthe funny side of things and not dwell on my situation and just keep on overcoming the obstacles that i am faced with because we all didn't get where we got by feeling sorry for ourselves.