Reflection Paper

mom showed more anger towards us, and the sexual abuse got worse. He threaten me, told me if I told anyone he would hurt my mom. A handful of times my mom packed a few things and we caught a taxi and supposedly left. We came back after my stepdad convinced her to come back. The only people that were allowed at the house were my aunt, uncle, and four other of my mom’s friends. My brother and I weren’t allowed to have friends over nor play with the neighborhood kids. I had friends at school, but no close friendships. I did however build a strong relationship with my aunt. She was always nice to me and treated me like a child. We moved once again, I was ten this time. Nothing changed besides my mom getting angrier she would always hit us, and

In the U.S we have a better school system than in Mexico. This helped me get through my childhood since for me it was safe place. While I was still considered poor, my parents were able to have better paying jobs than in this country. This provided better housing, medical attention, clothing, and food. This society seems to care more about children, and has programs in place to check for abuse or neglect. Due to the availability of television and radio, I was also able to expand my knowledge on other subjects besides what I learned in school. Growing up I watched a lot of kid’s shows on PBS. They thought me about relationships between people, right from wrong, and helped develop my language skills. On the contrary, since my mom was an illegal immigrant in this country; society caused her and us to get trapped in a bad situation. We were very sheltered not only because of a controlling stepdad, but because my mother was afraid. She didn’t have many options to leave her situation, whether she wanted to or not. Fear of deportation was instilled in her about calling the police or telling anyone about anything. This negatively impacted my siblings and me through out our