My Family: My Life As An Immigrant

My family's background has influenced me in a positive perspective. I come from a family that has migrated to the USA for decades. And knowing the stories behind the struggles my ancestors, and my parents went through. Makes me appreciate everything that my parents can afford to give me. For example, my dad at the age of 13 years old, he had to drop out from middle school, because his dad was an alcoholic. Even though, his family was wealthy enough my grandpa was always greedy, and he didn’t like to spend a penny on his family. So that force my dad to look for a job at a young age, because there was times when he didn’t have food at the table. When, he turned 16 he decided to crossed the border, looking for what we can call a better a life. He worked almost 12 hrs. Daily on the field, cutting tobacco, veggies, or any sorts of fruits. During the 80’s or 90’s my dad was able to get a green card, because of the amnesty that the government was able to give to any illegal immigrant working on the fields.
When, families taught their children only woman were the one’s in charge of everything in the house. My mom had to wake up super early in the morning in order to do all the chores in the house, and feed her siblings, while; my grandma was on the river washing clothes. Then when it was time to go to school she had to walked a couple of miles to get to her destination. But because my mom grow in a rural and humble ranch, when; it was time for her to go to college she had to ride three buses in order to get to school. So you can imagine all the work she had to do before leaving the house, and still do homework. She was going insane, so by the time she finished with a two year career, she looked for job, and started working as well just like my