My story starts in Mexico. I was born in Morelia, Michoacán on March 8, 2003. My mom and grandmother were both born in that city, my dad and grandfather were born on other smaller towns near by. As a child my mom would constantly move between the U.S. and Mexico, and when she lived in the U.S. she would constantly move from state to state. When I was born we would later do the same thing.
Around the time I was born is when the cartel really started to get big, and started to gain more popularity. My family and some family friends immigrated into the U.S. for fear that something bad might happen to us. I moved when I was 3 and the first state we lived in was Virginia and we lived there for about 1 year. My family works in construction, so once a job would be over they would move to another job. As a little kid I didnt think about it much, but as I got older and became more social I would start to feel bad because I would move and I would have to restart friendships and school work all over again. I’m surprised I’m not a year behind from all the moving.
I originally got to college station my 2 or 3 year of kindergarten but soon had to leave. We moved to some other place in Texas, before my mom decided to move my sister, herself, and I back to Mexico. I lived there for 3 years and came back at the end of 2nd grade. I lived in different cities of Mississippi for another 3 years. My mom at this point was tired of moving and decided to move back to College Station. I arrived at the start of 6th grade and I’ve been here ever since.
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