Draft

Back when I was a young boy, my life was complete. In my eyes, I had everything I needed; my mother, food, and soccer. However, in my mother’s eyes we needed more than that in order to survive. I was born in Argentina and raised by a single mother who did anything she had to in order to achieve my happiness. One of the biggest and most dramatic changes of my life was when my mother decided to leave Argentina where my family and friends were, and move to America where we only knew two people. I was only six years old so I wasn’t sure what we were getting ourselves into. I didn’t know how big of a risk we were taking. Although America was a country of opportunities those opportunities didn’t always arrive to everyone.

It was a cold afternoon in my Aunts residence where I was parting ways with my family. I couldn’t truly understand why my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins were all crying. Perhaps because it would be years until the next time I saw them. I was just a little boy that trusted anything my mother did, therefore I knew that as long as I was with my mother I would be fine. Saying goodbye to my father was perhaps the hardest thing to do for me, at the time. After leaving the lobby of the Airport, I didn’t know what to expect. All I knew was that I was moving into a new world and that all my family and friends were staying behind……