Why I Want To Cross The Border

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When I was 1 year old my dad got kick out of the house by my mom, because he did drugs and he would steal from me just to sell it and by drugs. But I’m a tell you what happened first before what with my dad, I was born here at Brawley California my mom had to cross the border but she never had her papers to cross, my mom knew what was best for me so she jumped the border just so I can be born here and have a better life, she wanted the best for me, Once she had me my mom struggled for years because she couldn’t have a job she didn’t have the permission to work. Here comes the part where my dad leaves, so when I turn a year old my mom kicked him out, but when he left my mom struggles she cried not knowing what she was gonna do because she couldn’t …show more content…

I always wanted to become a border police officer, because I was always fascinated by guns and also and the most important reason is that I want to protect my city and protect my citizen I'm doing this and I'm taking this job to protect and I'm doing by heart. I also want to prove my biological dad that I never needed him in my life to become who I am now and who I'm gonna become in the future. I basically lived my whole life with my step dad and I’m actually happy that he came into my life and I can’t help it the much help he’s been for me and he also got me interested into being a border police officer, I will never forget all the times I been with him the fun we had and the places he’s taken us to, and also thanks to him if my mom never would've meet him we will not be here where we are, we would not be able to travel to places or visit new states,

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