Mexican American Family

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My childhood was very different from other individuals, Im American from Mexican born parents. Throughout my early years I was moving a lot due to my mothers illegal status, one year I would be with my mother in Mexico another with my father in New York. This is really hard to endure at such a young age and in some way it should of made me weaker but in the end it made me stronger. The way I had to take care of my little brother made me grow up faster and gain a certain responsibility. Although at times I wish I had the life people had on TV all happy and joyful I was happy with what god gave me. My mother even though she take care more of my sister then me and my brother I know she did what she had to do to provide a better future…show more content…
More fights, more arguments and most of all more isolation between me and my parents occurred. I didn’t understand why they weren’t allowing me explore and have some fun since I knew I was only going to be young once and I didn’t want it to go to waste. Eventually I would win the arguments and they would allow me to go out in the streets at night go out and have fun, little did I know is that it wasn’t what I expected all fun and games but danger and trouble. Now I understood why they would fight against me and all the things I would see made me value my parents even more. Now my only struggle is to help and provide for my family and make them proud. My parents are getting older and so am I, I know soon I will have to leave the nest and eventually go build my own so I try to enjoy them as much as I can because I know this is part of the cycle of life. I will always have them in my mind and value the things they did for me and thought me. My family will always come first and I know if they ever needed me I will be there for them the same way they were there for me all my life. I love them to death and I know the strengths and knowledge they gave me will forever be in

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