Immigration Narrative

I closed my eyes hoping I would bring myself to imagine I was in heaven safe and happy without any sort of pain I've been feeling since I began the trip but sadly that imagine didn't last, I heard somebody yell “Put your hands up now!!!” I froze in spot not knowing what to do the only thing I did know was my life was about to come to an end. I heard the Immigration and Customs Enforcement known as a police to arrest immigrants. The police officer was actually arresting and yelling at a man I knew who was also on the journey with the rest. I thanked God for not letting the police officer find me. As bad as I felt for the man I had to keep my head and keep walking. As I remembered my mother's words “Never bend your head. Always hold it high.
Look the world straight in the eye.” I turned around one more time to see the man being pushed into the police car with tears in his eyes searching for some sort of hope. I told myself this was only the beginning of my journey. The journey of what I have been dreaming so long is finally becoming true to arrive at the United States of America. At age 16 and coming from Puerto Rico, san Juan my name is Justin Dolores and here is my story of my arrival to the United States America

It had been only 2 weeks into my trip I had finally arrived at Laredo, Texas my plan was to be caught by the customer enforcement police officer it's the quickest option for me to arrive with my aunt rose who I will be staying with.
I had decided to be caught by the immigration officer because since I am only 16 years old they send me to jail for a day and then they send me to a house where they hold immigrants and, they give me a lawyer in order for me to stay with my aunt because I can't be held for more than two weeks. I was currently walking through bushes as I saw a police officer walk by and i knew it was my time to be caught. The police officer began to tell me to stop where I am and put my hands up. He came towards me and grabbed my hands harshly and hand cuffed me. The police officer took me to the jail cell and I stayed there without food and water I was freezing without a blanket I had felt like I was dog being abandoned. I wasn't allowed to go to sleep if I did I wouldn’t hear my name when the officer would tell me it was time for me to be sent to the house of immigrants. I didn't know what time it was but the police officer had finally called out my name. They took the house and I was glad at the fact I was able to see my aunt rose already thanks to my lawyer. My aunt was arriving to the house they would call over to when she arrived. I heard the lawyer call me to tell me my aunt had arrived it was my first time meeting her but I was excited to finally meet
her.

I was walking with my lawyer to the front of the house to see a small women with curly hair kind of like mine and I saw resemblance just like my mother the thought of her made me sad but I knew this journey was for my mother to find myself a better life and to work hard for her.
My aunt walked towards me and greeted me with a hug I had finally felt loved again. My lawyer told me a few things before I had left with my aunt he told me I would have court in a month to see if was eligible to stay in the United States. I was on my way to my aunt's house she said she had my room all ready so I can sleep when I get to her house since I've had a long sleepless trip. During the trip to her house she would ask me questions about how I traveled I told her they wouldn't feed me or give me a blanket and also that the police would look at me oddly as if I wasn't even a human.We had finally arrived to her house it felt like it was an 1hr long ride to get to her house she lives pretty far from the immigration
house.

My aunt had awoken me from my sleep she wanted to ask me if I wanted anything to eat I told her yes and she told me to get ready that we will be eating out. We decided to eat at this sandwich deli when I had entered the restaurant I was being stared at by many people and I was wondering why is it because how I looked? or how my hair was different from them. My aunt told me to keep walking and don't make eye contact with the rest of the people and I wondered why.

We began to order with our waitress who was a lady that seemed about 50 years old. She looked at me head to toe disgusted and I felt ashamed I didn't know why she looked at me so badly. The waitress asked me something but I didn't understand her since she spoke english I asked my aunt what did she say and then I heard another voice out of a sudden yelling at me for no such reason. “Your aren't allowed here! Only Americans are LEAVE!!” a tall white man yells in my face I couldn't understand why this man was so angry at me and my aunt I just knew he was mad. I questioned myself Is this what America is about being harsh to one another because of their skin color or how different they are? It can't come to my mind why do they treat me so different as if I'm not a human. I came to America to help myself and my mother and for my future family. I want to work hard for her and to show her that I can make my dreams come to true to go school everyday and commit, but as I see more and more of America I feel as I don't belong here, but now that I have arrived here it’s my mission to show America to reunite with one another and give hope to those who believe America is a racist place and hopefully my greatest dream will come true to make America a better place for everyone.