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Different beginning, same destination, same dream

Criminals raised me.

My parents have been accused of stealing the taxpayer’s money and are experts of hiding from the law. They used to be illegal immigrants.

Hispanics are seen as a minority in America, and as a result of that, I grew up with a great sense of inferiority to anyone that spoke English. Speaking Spanish made me feel ashamed of myself.

I witnessed enraged citizens protesting toward opportunities illegal

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immigrants stole from Americans and it confused me.

We were a family of eight living in a small house with two rooms, no running water or electricity.

To this day, I don’t know of any wealthy republicans wanting to live in a similar situation. Why were people mad?

I always heard two different stories, in two different languages, about who was right and who was wrong.

When I first arrived at college, I admit I was shocked when I met a variety of Hispanics that couldn’t speak Spanish.

I don’t mean to be stereotypical but we were a family that never dared to go past the checkpoint, so I never saw what was beyond the border.

But a Hispanic with no knowledge of how to pronounce their last name was something that disturbed me.

As I went through college, I opened my mind and realized people were raised in a different environment than I.

However, I don’t picture myself making English my dominant language at school and at home.

I feel like I am leaving my family out of my life or forgetting about where I came from.

The American Dream is seen as a beautiful journey working class American families go through, but people forget to mention the oppression and hateful comments the dreamers get along the way.

I am fortunate enough to be able to perform in orchestra concerts, voice my opinion as a writer and get educated by intelligent professors, which is something a lot of immigrants do not get to experience.

I am rich with opportunities as an American citizen that has an understanding of 2 different worlds. My parents were strong enough to go through hell in order to make my American Dream a reality.

 

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