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Personal Narrative: My Trip To The United States

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“Mis hijas, hoy fue su ultimo dia de escuela. Esta noche nos tomaremos un avión hacia Los Estados Unidos.” boasted my mom as she heatedly threw some of our best clothes into a suitcase. It was a day like any other until I arrived home from school and my mom welcomed my sisters and I with the news that we were going to take a flight to the United States of America in a few hours. Even as I write about it, I once again feel the chills that raced through my body that day. Trembling, I looked at my mom as if she has sprouted an extra head. I stumbled to the closest wall and leaned against it as tears raced down my cheeks. It was the first and only time in my life when I seriously contemplated the idea of believing that my mom was crazy. My mom …show more content…

However, when I was in 8th grade I was stirred to go out and find my own job.. I started working as a waitress in a Cuban restaurant named “El Unico” and had kept the same job for about three years by now. The owner is always very flexible and cooperative when it comes to ensuring my hours do not interfere with school. I work until 10:00 P.M. on Tuesdays and Fridays and from 8:00 A.M-5:00 P.M. on Saturdays and Sundays. It is not an easy job, but I must admit that I love what I do. This job has also obligated me to learn tremendously efficient skills when it comes to managing my time.. Not long ago, My mom, siblings and I had the opportunity to go back to the Dominican Republic and visit our dear relatives. It was a marvelous experience that revived many memories of my childhood and the day we left in search of the American Dream. Even though I do not possess the perfect life, I am very satisfied with the life that I am living and thankful to be guided by the most precise definition of a warrior I know; my mom. Never in my life have I seen so much courage in a woman. I am determined to reach for the stars and give my best in everything that I do. My life and experiences have taught me that nothing is impossible for an individual whose hunger for success has been

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