Autobiography

I was born in October 1st of 2002, when my mom was pregnant, she decided to cross the border as an illegal so I could have American Nationality, when I was two years old my dad was into drugs like meth and other substances and also my older brother was getting into it, when the time passed my dad was no longer with us and weeks later we found out that he was in jail because he shoot a man on his leg, the judge had sentenced him for 13 years, my mom decided to leave the U.S. and go to Aguascalientes, Mexico, she thought that it was better for my brother, my mom was thinking that he could left the drug behind and he did, but when I was seven year old my brother had a car accident and lost his life.

Ten years later I turned 12 and my dad got out of jail, i didn't recognized him because I've lived with my stepdad for the past 10 years thinking he was my real father and turned out that he wasn't, I was confused and had depression for 7 months, I told my mother that I didn't wanted to live in Mexico no longer and that I wanted to come to the U.S. to study, and live my life far away from that men that was supposed to be my "father".

Now I have 4 years living in the U.S. even though my Mom and brothers are in Mexico, I feel like I did good comming here, i feel like I've accomplished something that not everybody could do, I'm still in the process of learning English and looking for opportunities to get ahead in life without my most valuable things like mi family, and friends that I left behind in Mexico.