Immigration

While I was born in America I am constantly inspired by the hardships that my parents had to go through to end up here in America. My parents always recall Mexico as a fond memory and wish to go back someday, so you might ask why was it that they left in the first place? They left in search of a better life something that they were not able to find in Mexico. I will always remember those times that I walked down the toy aisle looking at all the Hot-Wheels, Power Rangers action figures, and Nerf guns! Growing up with my brother we always roughhoused but what better way to do it than shooting darts at each other. However, my dad never liked the Idea of nerf guns. I always thought it might be because it would be bad parenting to let your kids play with violent toys but it wasn’t until I learned more about my dad that I learned of his hatred of guns.

When my dad was around 7 years old one of his uncles decided to run for mayor in their little town in Michoacan. Those stories of how corrupt the government is due to the cartel are true. As he was campaigning he was told by a random passerby that if he is elected that he is to follow the orders of the cartel. He refused to ever take orders from them and in the next couple of days, he along with his family was targeted. My dad’s uncle passed away days after that encounter and it didn’t stop there. The cartel showed up at my dad’s farm and they were there to send a message. They murdered his mom and dad, released all of their cattle, and set their ranch ablaze. But before leaving they told my dad and his 3 other brothers that if they were ever seen again that they would be next. They struggled to get by but they knew that they would not be able to continue living their normal lives in Mexico.

My mom had a different reason for wanting to immigrate. My mom loved going to school yet there were so many barriers that kept her from going to school as I mentioned in the story about tortillas this was a daily task that had to be done every day where she had to get up at 4 in the morning to prepare the meal before going to school (Yet I still struggle to get up to go to class at 8). She had to keep doing this but her own father didn’t let this go on past the 4th grade. Her father told her that women don’t belong in school but at home. She always recalls her dad and she says that she would never say she hates him but she always wondered why he treated her like this. My mom always shared her aspirations of wanting to go to high school and loved reading and learning about history yet her dad forbid her from going. My parents wanted to have their kids grow up in a place where they wouldn’t have to face the same struggles. They heard from everyone that there were always jobs popping up all the time in America which is what made them decide to come out here a chance to give us an opportunity.