When I was a year old, my mother and I left everything behind in Mexico to start a new life here in the United States. Of course, being young, I had no idea of the tremendous consequences that would be implicated upon my family and my future. She came here so we could have a chance to live the American Dream and escape the poverty and crime there was in Mexico. It was a hard decision my mother made at the time but it was the best for the both of us. When I look back on my childhood I wondered to myself how did I get through it, cause I guess you can say that I really never had a childhood like the other kids. My childhood wasn 't filled with Rainbows nor lollipops. My mother and I lived with my Aunt and Cousins, we stayed in a room