I was born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia along with my younger siblings. I am the oldest child out of three, one brother and a sister that are very annoying. My parents immigrated from Mexico to give us, their children, a better life. I am Hispanic and very proud of my heritage, especially getting to eat Mexican food every night with my family. When I was born my dad decided to give me the name “Emily” because he simply liked the way it sounded, recently in a name dictionary I read that it means herd worker which I agree matches who I am. Growing up in Atlanta was great, I loved pre-k and first grade in a city called Chamblee. It wasn’t exactly the safest environment, but my young mind was completely oblivious about it. We used to live in apartments which to me was fun because I had all my friends from school really close to me and would always play after school and on the weekends. However when I was about to be in first grade my uncle told my dad that a house was being sold in his neighborhood, which was much more safer than ours but also quite far. I guess my parents had already been saving money to purchase a house because about a month or so later we were packing up everything to move to a town called “Fayetteville”. I started first …show more content…
license which resulted in him getting fined. After various encounters with the police and getting fined each time my parents got stressed on trying to pay all the money on time. My mom shared the family crisis with one of her sisters (my aunt) and my aunt ended up on convincing her to move to Dallas, Texas. She told my dad and they were both ready to leave Georgia. Eventually we finally moved to Dallas, Texas but it was really hard for me to adjust which resulted in having lower grades. Fifth grade isn’t exactly my favorite