Memories of home
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My name is Lizeht. I am from Mexico. I came to Chicago three years ago when I was 12 years and my sister was 10. My mom and dad were already living here in Illinois and my sister and I stayed with my grandparents in Mexico.
I remember the day when we said goodbye to my life in Mexico. My dad came to Mexico for my sister and me. When he got there we were happy, though it had been six long years apart. My dad told us that we were moving to Chicago and I was both happy and sad. He came to my grandparents’ house and stayed for more than a week. We played with our cousins and spent time with everyone.
Sunday, the 6th of March, was the day we said goodbye to my family and to Mexico. We didn’t have a going away party. Family and friends stopped by my grandparents’ house to say goodbye. When we said goodbye to everyone, my sister and I cried.
I didn’t expect leaving Mexico was going to be so difficult. I was so happy to be reunited with my parents. Nothing was as hard as saying goodbye to my grandparents. They became my home when my parents left for the United States. Six years of my life was with them; they were my parents too. When I saw my mom after six years I was so happy I cried. I had missed my parents terribly.
Now I miss Mexico. I miss the Sundays when we went to the park and played soccer with my uncle and my grandfather. I miss playing with my friends at my house. I miss my little cousin; he was nine months old when I left. I wonder if he remembers me. I remember all of my friends and my family in Mexico. It is a piece of my childhood that makes me cry when I think about it.
August 25th, 2010at 8:34 am(#)
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