When I was about 12 years old my mom thought it would be a good idea to move to a different
country. We moved to Zacatepec, Morelos, Mexico, it was a drastic change for my family and
me. Since we did not have much family just my uncle and a couple of other relatives who I had
never meet before. My mom told us that we would be staying at my grandma’s house for some
time. Our plane landed in Zihuatanejo Mexico that was about 5hrs away from my grandma’s
house. On our way to my grandmother’s house, I saw many different types of places. I also
notice everything looked different from back home. Once we arrived at my grandma’s house in
Zacatepec we were greeted by my uncle. Who also was staying at my grandmother’s house at
that time. As we started to settle down I walked around my new home and took a good look
since my room was made out of small red bricks my door was a curtain my roof was made of
cement and some type of metal bar and my window was reinforced with bars all around it . All I
could think of is I went from living in the city with my family and friends to living in a pueblo
(small town) with just my family where I did not have friends.
When I started school a lot of stuff seemed quite different to me like we only spoke, read,
wrote in Spanish, I did not know much. So, my way of speaking was not the greatest and
my reading and writing were like a pre-k student when starting school. I found it
extremely hard to learn to read and write. Even though I wasn’t fluent I was excited
when I go to start school but once I was enrolled had to wear a white dressy shirt
