Personal Narrative Essay On Coming To America

Coming to America It was a cold morning on the 20 of December, that morning I woke up sleepy as a sloth. I didn’t have school that day and from my room I could smell the beans been cocked. The atmosphere at home didn’t feel right, I felt like if there was something going on and I was the only one that didn’t know. My mom and sister looked suspicious. My house was small, it had two bedrooms and one bathroom. My sister got on her blue BMX bike and went out, I didn’t know where she was going but she went faster than a missile. Out of nowhere people started coming, more and more people, I counted 27 people including an 8 years old buy that fall asleep as soon as he got to my house. I was freak out and ran to my mom and I ask her, mom what’s going on who are these people, and she told me, my love we are going to America. My sister was the one bringing them, they came from different part of the country to stay at my house. My mom was the guidance, she called my dad from time to time here to let him know how we were doing. I didn’t like all those people in my house, sleeping on my bed, using my stuff, but in the first day I already make friend with one guy that was with his wife. I can’t remember her face but him, he was kind of bold but not completely bold and a oversize’s mustache, kind guy and funny too. The
Three days after the police arrived at my home, they stared searching my house and their dogs sniffing everything and barking sometimes. My mom got arrested and I found myself alone living with my sister who was only 17 years old. The police interrogated my mom and supposedly they found her guilty of assisting in human trafficking. She was sentence to 7 years in prison. There was no human trafficking, only people who opposed the dictatorship of the country and wanted liberty. Our mission was failed but we would not gave up in the dream of coming to the land of