Personal Narrative: My Migration Into The United States

I was raised by two amazing people that came to United States without thinking the many problems they would face, only seeking a better future for their kids. It was years before my parent could build a house for the family, but they made sure that I always had a roof, clothes and food. When my parents came to the United States they had no education what so ever, in Mexico kids weren’t forced to go to school. Instead, my parents worked until they were old enough to come into the United States and take care of themselves. When we first moved into our home, I was about three years old. I remember that all I could see around was dry grass and only one home next to us. I was years until the place looked like a neighborhood. Everyone knew everyone