I was five when my mom left me. She moved from our home in Fogo, Cape Verde, to work in Santiago, an island nearby. That was the worst day of my life because it was the first time my mom had left me. After my mom left, I went under a tree and cried, but a relative came up to me and told me, “It’s okay, she’s gonna be back.” This helped me feel calm and remain patient while I waited for my mother to return.
My mother eventually returned, but she got married and moved to the United States. She told me I would join her eventually, when she had the money. My paternal grandmother, Teresa, wanted me to come live with her, which made me feel loved and taken care of. My aunt lived with us as well. She felt jealous that my grandmother favored me over her son, and would say to me, “you’re nasty. You don’t clean your room.” She would make me do chores like taking care of the pigs and washing the dishes.
My grandma was like my cover. Whenever my aunt tried to hit me, she would hide me under her skirt. My grandma would always take my side whenever my aunt was arguing with me. I would help her when she was in pain and serve her whenever she needed help. My grandma passed away on January 6, 2016. I felt alone and worried about living in the house without her to protect me. My aunt said that since my grandma wanted me to live there, I could continue to live with her but I felt like I did not belong.
Then one day, the immigration officer requested me in the U.S. Embassy in Santiago. At that moment, I felt hopeful about my future and happy that I was finally going to live with my mom. On April 20, 2018, I immigrated here to Boston. Challenges came up that I needed to face. The school was tough because I didn't know the language well, my classmates were mean, the teacher didn't help, and I took gym class three times a day so I couldn't learn what I needed to. One day I took the bus and couldn’t find the way to school. I saw another student wearing our school uniform, so I followed him down the street to school.
I transferred to another school where the students were more friendly, and the teachers were more supportive. A lot of my classmates were Cape Verdeans, so that made me feel less isolated. I had a class where it was only for English learners, so it made it easy for me to learn the language and I made friends.
English became easy for me to speak. I can understand what people are saying clearly. Now I ignore negativity and turn it into a positive. Because I solved my problems, I can help other people with their problems. I kept helping others, and I realized that helping made me feel like it was something I would do as a career.
There were times when I needed support. Now, I want to be the supporter of others just like Grandma when she hid me under her skirt. The affective and rude words from my aunt taught me a lesson that words affect people. So, I strive to be kind and to say positive words.
I can be the person who gives their attention to others. Rather than feeling unhappy, I look at the benefits of a new place. I feel comfortable engaging with unfamiliar individuals and forging relationships and sharing my background with others. I am proud of where I started and where I am now. I understand that sometimes people need to leave those that they love. My hope is to be able to support people like me who felt lost and alone.