18 Wheeler Semi Truck

This truck represents the struggle my family went through to get to the United States. My father is from Irapuato, a city in Guanajuato, Mexico. There my father went to school until the 9th grade. My father didn’t know his father very well since they didn’t live together but he always wanted to be a truck driver just like him. My dad is the oldest out of his three sisters and he had to help provide for his family by looking for work out in the streets. At age 10 he would either wash cars or help people with their grocery bags. My grandmother was struggling to make a living for her and her family so she crossed the border illegally. When my grandmother got here she found work at a sweatshop and she would bring my father along with her to work as well. After my parents got married my father didn't fix his papers until my grandpa convinced him to. That's how my dad was able to get his driver's licence and his job as a truck driver. When my dad got his first job as a truck driver he would be gone for a week because he would drive either to Arizona, Nevada, Washington, Oregon or Utah. Due to this, I didn’t see him very often. Thanks to my father and all he has done and went through I am getting a good education. I look up to and respect my father very much and I wish to make him proud by not only getting into college but graduating and being successful in life.

Year: 2005

– Carlos S.

Relationship:  Grandchild of im/migrant Grandchild of im/migrant