my family
immigrated from Mexico when I was three years old
My mother came nine months pregnant
from Mexico. She walked
to the boarder and dealt with the difficult terrain
of the mountain and the desert
and she never really pushed anything upon us.
Except the value of education
She herself did not complete beyond the 3rd grade.
and always worked physical labor worked primarily
in the factories
she would always tell us that
while her type of work was not anything to be
to be embarrassed about, she certainly did not want us
to be working along side her.
in that type of work
She always has been
a bit inspiration
and motivation for me
to make all her work and all her
struggles
leaving behind her culture
and her home country
to give us a better opportunity. So,
that's been a big driving force for me
to graduate from highschool
as the first one in my family
and to continue on to he university
and be the first one to graduate from college
so from this
I just continue to use a lot of strength
Remembering where I came from
and always aiming to be an example
for my siblings
all four of them have
graduated from college
as well
a little brother has been the first one to obtain his Masters
and i
am looking into going and getting my
masters as well. So
this is my story.
