Feeling frightened and lost, I never would have thought that a vacation would make me feel this way. It was the summer of 2008. I was just twelve years old when I decided I would go to Guanajuato, Mexico. I usually take vacations with my family, but this time I was put on a plane by my mom to go meet my aunt. When I was there, I stayed at her ranch. Guanajuato was a beautiful place in so many ways; unlike America, a lot of people walk instead of using cars, or use the public transportation. I was there two weeks. On the third day, we were walking around in a town that was close to my aunt’s ranch. We decided to stop by a store where they had so many clothes. My aunt then asked me, “Do you remember the way back to the bank?” I just said yes, …show more content…
I didn’t realize I had walked so far to the point that I didn’t even know my way back to the store. I was feeling scared. I wanted to cry because all I wanted was my aunt. I then reached a place with many trees, benches, and a lot of people walking or sitting down laughing, having a good time. There were people in different stands selling fruit, corn, and ice cream. I heard them scream, “Come get your fresh fruit!” or “Come get this delicious cup of corn for cheap!” But I was just so concerned about finding my aunt I couldn’t think about eating. I, unfortunately, didn’t own a cellphone to contact her, and I was too shy to talk to the people there because I didn’t even know the name of the bank. I just decided to stand there next to a stand where an old man that was selling corn; he approached me and asked, “Do you need help with something?” I started to feel a knot in my throat, and I just wanted to cry, but I did everything to hold it in and I told him, “I’m here because I’m lost, my aunt told me to meet her at the bank, but I don’t remember the way there.” He then offered me a cup of corn he had prepared with mayonnaise, cheese, lemon, and chili and told me, “Don’t worry, she will eventually pass by here; just be on the lookout.” I didn’t trust his word. He was a stranger to me. I was just thinking that she might not find me and leave, and I would just be living on the streets, and I wouldn’t see my family again. I felt so …show more content…
I got so excited, I just screamed at her. She approached me and said “Where were you why didn’t you meet me at the bank?” I then told her, “I thought I knew the way there, but when I realized didn’t know where I was. I ended up here with this nice man who helped me.” I introduced her to Pedro, my new friend. She told Pedro “Thank you for watching her for me, it was very nice of you to do that.” She then said it was time to go home, so I got up and thanked the man for being so kind and generous with me even though he didn’t know me. I reached over to give him a hug. He didn’t realize that while I was hugging him I sneaked a couple bills in a small cup where he kept the money, but I felt the need to help him even though he didn’t want it. I then left the town feeling so relieved, I didn’t feel frightened anymore because I was with my aunt and not lost in a place that was so strange for me. I also felt so happy to have met this man, and to this day when I go to Mexico every summer, I see him and he always receives me with a cup of his delicious corn and tells me, “ Are you lost again?” with a giggle. Unfortunately, in the summer of 2014 his wife passed away, so it’s just his kids and him. Pedro still doesn’t know that I keep sneaking money in the same plastic cup I did the time when I got lost in the summer of
She picked a seat in the way back, away from all the people. She silently stared out the window making a quiet list inside her head of all the things she had forgotten and all the people she remembered. Tears silently slid down her face as she remembered her aunt crying and cousins afraid of the dark in their house. She couldn’t do it anymore. It was the best for everyone she thought. Deep down though she knew how hard it would be for everyone to find out she was leaving. From her family’s tears, to the lady in the grocery store who was always so kind and remembered her name. She also knew how
The cold chill was blazing on me and my shoe gently began to pull out a tear. I thought about Candy and the other guys. Hopefully, I made the right choice. The sun came down and I ended up in a deserted river. Slowly, I began to regain where I was, and I opened my eyes in disbelief.
I was born in Guanajuato, Mexico in Oct, 1994 to a young couple named Jovita and Miguel. I was raised in the country side, in a small town in the big state of Guanajuato, Mexico. I am one on the three children in my family to be exact I’m the middle one in my family. I have my brother Rolando he is the older one and I have a little sister Karen. My parents don’t have so much education they barely finished middle school in Mexico. My mother drop out of middle school because at that time she had to work to help my grandparents at home. Because my grandparents had my mother and other older uncles also drop out school to start working to bring some extra money to the house. My father also drop out of middle school to star working in the ranch that my other grandparents had with Cows ,Pigs ,Chickens and the growth of corn, and wheat.
When I left Mexico to come to the United States at the age of 10, I left my familia behind and continue the journey to the "American Dream." I never forgot the memories that I had cherished throughout my childhood years.
Tears streaming down my face, I kept walking ahead wherever my small, roughed up feet would take me unaware of the consequences of doing so. I felt tears roll off of my cheeks slowly, and then all at once. My shirt was wet and cold because of the salt filled tears, my nose was runny and I used my Winnie the Pooh hanky to wipe the snot away. Within seconds, my nose felt irritated despite the soft, microfiber of the handkerchief and my hands were tired. My vision became really cloudy and I could barely see where I was going. At this point, I had lost all hope and my heart felt heavy, pushing me down with every hurtful step I took. I wanted to sit down and wait for my parents to come to me themselves, so I did. I sat down next to the gate to one of the other rides and waited for what I thought was years of time. I remember getting strange looks from people, as they walked by and I kept wondering why. The ground I was sitting on was unwelcoming, rough, and littered. My pants would definitely need to take a spin in the laundry. Mom wouldn’t be too happy about this, not just the fact that my parents had forgotten me and left me to venture out into the world solitary but also the fact that my clothes were dirty and I had generally made a mess of
It began in the County Mall food court. Resting at one of the tables after my lunch, I casually glanced around the place. The food court wasn't crowded, and consequently I had no trouble spotting him: a tall, dark, gray-haired man. He caught my gaze, and started walking towards me. As I took in his gaunt frame, his tattered red t-shirt, and the holes in his great sweats, it dawned on me that before me stood a homeless man. Reaching my table, he asked if he could sit down with me but I declined. I wasn't in the mood to talk to him, and so mumbling a poor excuse and an apology that was probably a few octaves below any decipherable level, and not particularly caring whether the man heard me or not, I got up and walked away. The man called out after me, assuring me that he didn't want money, but rather only someone to talk to. I was rattled by his persistence, and pretending I didn't hear him I quickly walked away, my heart pounding in my chest.
In 2009, my parents and I decided to travel to San Antonio, Texas for vacation. My parents and I have traveled there before, but we enjoyed it so much that we decided to go back. With many places to see and do; my parents thought that we should go to Six Flags Fiesta Texas. It was at this theme park, where something happened that I would never forget.
Getting ready to walk into Anna’s hospice room, my anxiety level was escalating. Saying a quick prayer, I asked God to help me find the right words to comfort Anna and her family. Upon knocking on her door, a young lady in her middle 20’s answered the door. Opening the door for me, she informed me Anna was her grandmother and she would like me just to sit with her and that she would return after work. And she left. No get to know you introduction here, very formal, matter of fact, serious kind of girl. No one was going to invade her space. Oh well, I thought, I’m here to help Anna, hopefully Julie will open up later.
This could just be the worst day of my life; I’ve been dreading this day for the past few months. Moving day; it was just five months ago when my family told me the awful news. I just recently finished my sophomore year in high school, became captain of the varsity basketball team and finally got the girl of my dreams, Julie. Only to have it ruined by my parents telling me that we have to move due to my father getting a new job in Astoria, Oregon. The house or ‘cemetery’ as I referred to it is called Mors Thalamum, which ironically means death chamber in Latin; how convenient I would jest my family in hopes they would change their minds. Before we had to get into the car and leave for what I though would be certain doom I walked over to Julie’s house which was right across the street. “Hey Julie” I said for what would feel like the last time, “Hey Ben” she said, I believe she was feeling the exact thing I was. “I came to say goodbye, my family and I are leaving soon.” “Oh” she said simply but her green eyes said what she couldn’t. “Ben lets go!” I groaned at my father demand. Just as I was turning around Julie called my name, “I’ll miss you Ben” “Ill miss you too Julie” I choked back too focused on trying to hide the tears in my brown eyes. “Do you think we will ever see each other again?” she asked with anticipation in her angelic yet worried voice, “I hope” was all I could say before I turned and left my blonde green-eyed girl for what felt would be the last time.
They just looked at me with curiosity and I could tell what they were thinking. “I’m sorry,” I said as if I were talking to a baby. “I don’t have any food for you,” I spoke in a soft voice as I showed them my empty hands. Again no response, they just slowly walked away, bobbing their heads up and down as they knew I could be of no favor to them. Watching them go, I finally realized what I was doing.
My parents left me for America when I was only two years old. I lived with my grandparents on a small farm for the next 4 years. My contact with my parents were limited to telephone calls as technology still wasn’t very developed. One day, I got a call from my parents, telling me that I can finally reunite with them. I was deathly scared of going to America: I did not know what my parents looked like, did not speak any
“Were going to Puerto Rico!” my said mom and dad said. We were all so excited and but we didn't know what or where it was, “Puerto Rico is an island off the coast of Florida.” my mom explained to us. “The island has clear water, many beaches, and we have to take a plane to get there!”. I had never been on a plane before so I was even more happy. We talked about it some more, and looked up ‘Culebra, Puerto Rico’. We were going for 10 days and we were leaving in a month. I would miss a couple days of school and so would my sister and her friend.
I actually went to Mexico for the first time in 2007, when I was 12. The whole experience was not what I expected but it to be, because I still had a childish mentality at the time. From that perspective, I did not look at my surroundings and digest what they meant. So because of my lack of understanding, I felt compelled to go back a few years later.
This short story is told in a third-person, most of it focused on the main character and at the same time in the development of the setting and the plot. The story is placed in El Paso (the fourth-largest city), located in the westernmost corner of Texas, which is also known as the “El Chuco Town” or “El Pasiente;” Right where Texas, New Mexico, and Mexico come together; therefore, becoming an important port of entry to the U.S from Mexico (“The border was less than two miles below Romero’s home, and he could see, down the dirt street which ran alongside his property, the desert and mountains of Mexico” pg. 259).
Being able to pick a day to relive of your past is maybe somewhat hard. There are many days that I would enjoy to relive. Even though you can’t go back it’s always nice to remember what you have done in the past. For instance, the day I was able to spend time with my cousin Erika from Mexico. I would like to relive the day I went to Seattle with my cousin Erika because she came all the way from Mexico, I would get to know her better and be somewhere else besides home.