It was always hard watching other kids and their parents together during important school meetings, I wasn't furious at anything, it made me feel quite alone. My mother is a very hard-working person, is caring, and is always there to have my back when needed, it's just that it's hard to receive and appreciate this care sometimes, as we are separated by the border. When I was born, my mom's family was living in the U.S., we were struggling financially as many immigrant families do, so my mother decided that the best course of action was for me to return to Mexico and attempt to live there. Mexico is a lovely country, I even got my dual citizenship there and I'm proud to be called Mexican! It is without doubt thought that Mexico also struggles with poverty, this unfortunately led my mother to have to work a lot while I was growing up and that still came with a lot of financial problems, babies are quite expensive. My mother juggled with work, getting me into school, and making sure that I was healthy up until I was around 7 years old. When the weight of everything began to crash down on us, she had to decide whether or not I should be there to deal with the problems as well. Ultimately, she decided that living in the U.S. would not only be better for my health but also my education, even if it meant leaving herself behind. My mother is a very caring person as stated before, and I'd like to emphasize this as if I was ever in her shoes, I don't believe I'd be able to make the same logical choice. My mother's absence was present the moment I landed on the plane however, people that I had only met through a phone call, had now been the same people who I was going to live with and rationally, I was scared to even make a peep even though they seemed to deeply care for me. It was a sad time nonetheless, I often stayed up late wondering how my mother was doing by herself, sometimes even questioning her decision, but I trusted her, and I knew this was for the better of my future. Living in Mexico, although quite glorious at times, did come with the challenge of not knowing English, which is quite humorous as I'm typing this in said language. When I first entered my first American Elementary, the only words I could confidently say were the colors red and yellow, which wasn't useful when it was time to read, talk, or even ask a question. I was simply the odd kid sitting in the back of the class, and even though I tried to pay attention to the teacher, yet it was as if TV static was playing. I can sometimes be lazy, no shame in that we are all human after all, but when I put my mind to something, I best believe that I will get it done. I decided I was done being the odd one out, and decided to teach myself English. I think I can comfortably say I managed to learn it pretty well, although sometimes I do slip up. This was just an example of my work ethic and my thirst for knowledge which I continue to carry out to this day, and which will allow me to go through my double major in Economics and Finance, not just for me, but for my mom. I'm prepared to reach new heights with my college education and I can't wait to see what college has in store for me.

It was always hard watching other kids and their parents together during important school meetings, I wasn't furious at anything, it made me feel quite alone. My mother is a very hard-working person, is caring, and is always there to have my back when needed, it's just that it's hard to receive and appreciate this care sometimes, as we are separated by the border. When I was born, my mom's family was living in the U.S., we were struggling financially as many immigrant families do, so my mother decided that the best course of action was for me to return to Mexico and attempt to live there. Mexico is a lovely country, I even got my dual citizenship there and I'm proud to be called Mexican! It is without doubt thought that Mexico also struggles with poverty, this unfortunately led my mother to have to work a lot while I was growing up and that still came with a lot of financial problems, babies are quite expensive. My mother juggled with work, getting me into school, and making sure that I was healthy up until I was around 7 years old. When the weight of everything began to crash down on us, she had to decide whether or not I should be there to deal with the problems as well. Ultimately, she decided that living in the U.S. would not only be better for my health but also my education, even if it meant leaving herself behind. My mother is a very caring person as stated before, and I'd like to emphasize this as if I was ever in her shoes, I don't believe I'd be able to make the same logical choice. My mother's absence was present the moment I landed on the plane however, people that I had only met through a phone call, had now been the same people who I was going to live with and rationally, I was scared to even make a peep even though they seemed to deeply care for me. It was a sad time nonetheless, I often stayed up late wondering how my mother was doing by herself, sometimes even questioning her decision, but I trusted her, and I knew this was for the better of my future. Living in Mexico, although quite glorious at times, did come with the challenge of not knowing English, which is quite humorous as I'm typing this in said language. When I first entered my first American Elementary, the only words I could confidently say were the colors red and yellow, which wasn't useful when it was time to read, talk, or even ask a question. I was simply the odd kid sitting in the back of the class, and even though I tried to pay attention to the teacher, yet it was as if TV static was playing. I can sometimes be lazy, no shame in that we are all human after all, but when I put my mind to something, I best believe that I will get it done. I decided I was done being the odd one out, and decided to teach myself English. I think I can comfortably say I managed to learn it pretty well, although sometimes I do slip up. This was just an example of my work ethic and my thirst for knowledge which I continue to carry out to this day, and which will allow me to go through my double major in Economics and Finance, not just for me, but for my mom.