How does it feel to be an America, well that's an interesting question. As an immigrant, we all have so many stories to tell about our journey to a new country. As an immigrant we see this country as a bright open door, full of opportunities, positive changes and how hard work pays off. But is not always butterflies and rainbows, we are currently living in a society were being yourself is a weak sing, where having a different skin color mean's trouble and madness for the country, where speaking a different language may cause more criminal problems to his country and where having a different point of view makes you unknowledgeable. Being an American means to have freedom of speech, and to be who you are, but most countries now on days are exactly like that, so what makes America stand out ?. Well, Americans stand out for their religiosity and optimism, especially when compared with other relatively wealthy countries. Americans are also more likely to believe that it is very important to work hard to get ahead in life. America is all about the hard work, we are know for "Living to Work" while other countries "Work to Live" meaning they enjoy the present, knowing what they have now is not coming back. For America is different, "Living to Work" means to be in a 8 hours jobevery day getting home tired to pay bills and spend little time with your family and friends, because of how many depts there are, working seems like a forever thing, and we don't appreciate the present, our love one's, the adventure life holds for us and the meaning of happiness. So, what does being an American truly means to be ?, it means racially, diversity, protected by the law, divided, strenght, weakness, hope, fear, minority and different.

When I was in second grade my parents decided to give life a spin. As a six-year-old my imagination was beyond this world, I didn’t have any idea what was happening. My family decided to move to The United States of America. I’ve only lived 6 years on my beautiful Caribbean island, Cuba. All I have is photographic memories of the caring people there. I had a strong relationship with my father but because we were seeking a better future, my parents decided that it was better for my father to leave the country for a year in search of a job and our future home. It was a dark moment for me, as a six-year-old you're supposed to run in the park, play with friends in your free time and have fun in the mud when it’s raining but for me it was different, they took my half. I remember crying in the middle of class, when I saw the dads saying goodbye to their kids, giving them kisses and a warm hug. Because we lived in a communist country it was very difficult for them to let us leave. My mom and I were losing hope but after 12 tough months, the day finally came and we were part of The American Dream. I remember the first thing that impacted me was the lights at night and the variety of cars. I started third grade and met amazing teachers and friends that helped me with the language and how to be confident when speaking no matter my accent. Then middle school where my speaking and writing were getting superior and I was self-assured when talking to other fluent people. When I was a young girl I remember this country as a place to call home, where we are all united no matter your background, what you believe, you’re color, and the way you define love. My parent's are my motivation everyday, Leaving everything behind including our family to seek for a better future is a hard decision to make. I will always be grateful for all their sacrifices and hard work that taught me how to be the best version of me and to be conscientious for my goals.

When I was in second grade my parents decided to give life a spin. As a six-year-old my imagination was beyond this world, I didn’t have any idea what was happening. My family decided to move to The United States of America. I’ve only lived 6 years on my beautiful Caribbean island, Cuba. All I have is photographic memories of the caring people there. I had a strong relationship with my father but because we were seeking a better future, my parents decided that it was better for my father to leave the country for a year in search of a job and our future home. It was a dark moment for me, as a six-year-old you're supposed to run in the park, play with friends in your free time and have fun in the mud when it’s raining but for me it was different, they took my half. I remember crying in the middle of class, when I saw the dads saying goodbye to their kids, giving them kisses and a warm hug. Because we lived in a communist country it was very difficult for them to let us leave. My mom and I were losing hope but after 12 tough months, the day finally came and we were part of The American Dream. I remember the first thing that impacted me was the lights at night and the variety of cars. I started third grade and met amazing teachers and friends that helped me with the language and how to be confident when speaking no matter my accent. Then middle school where my speaking and writing were getting superior and I was self-assured when talking to other fluent people. When I was a young girl I remember this country as a place to call home, where we are all united no matter your background, what you believe, you’re color, and the way you define love. My parent's are my motivation everyday, Leaving everything behind including our family to seek for a better future is a hard decision to make. I will always be grateful for all their sacrifices and hard work that taught me how to be the best version of me and to be conscientious for my goals.