We first migrated to the United States when I was around 4 or 5 years old. It was a difficult journey from what I remember. The trip was scary but exciting; my parents promised us a better future and unique opportunities. We are from Mexico City and lived in a small, poor neighborhood. My parents are children of immigrants who traveled from their indigenous home to the city, hoping to give their children a better life. A life my mother would have never been able to achieve in her small, poor village. My parents had heard stories of America, a place where you can become whoever you want. A place where you had freedom and are not trapped in a role society had already set up for you. A place full of unique opportunities, opportunities my parents were determined to give us. Thanks to that determination, my sister and I have a great life. My sister and I can accomplish things that we never thought we could. Become the person we always dreamed of without having a fear of never being able to. Our quality of life is something we could never experience in Mexico, as well as our education. We are the American Dream. 

– Maria Osorio

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