My Painful Experience

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when I decided to emigrate to the United States, I was living in my parent's house in Mexico. Furthermore, I was single mother, and of course my little son, Mario, was with me. He only was a couple months old. At the time, I didn't have a job. Plus, I didn't have my boyfriend's support. I made the decision to come to United States. I remember that day was December 19 1989. By that time, I was nineteen years old. I was so lucky because I got a job the second day. I worked as a babysitter, and they also accepted me with my son. I took the decision because I thought here in U.S.A. people had better opportunities and a better quality of life. At the beginning, it was difficult because I had to take Mario with me to my job. Yvette, my boss , was an excellent person because she permitted it. The main reason why I emmigrate to America was because I though it would be a better future for my son. The years went by, and I married. My husband and I bought a new home. I was very happy because Mario also seemed to be happy. We used to have conversations about his future planes, and he always told me that he wanted to get a college degree. when I was 36 years old, Mario had just finished high school. I was expecting him to do what we had talked about go to college. Since he was little, he wanted to be an engineer. He was supposed to go to college to study to be engineer. I was very disappointed when I found out that he was not going to follow through. I found out that friends from school had managed to change his mind by telling him that it was a waste of time to attend a four year college. They told him that people without a college degree made enough or more money than people with a degree. During this time, I tried to persuade him to change his mind, but I couldn't. Instead, he decided to move out of the house. He only was 17 years old at the time, and he hadn't finished high
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