My dad was born in Michoacan with couple of my uncles. He was born in a large family, but he only lived with his brother and mother. He was the 3rd youngest out of the four siblings. Vicente was the oldest and the youngest was Enrique, he was a very stubborn child like me when he was younger, but he was still a good child. One day my grandma wanted to move to the United States with her family. My dad told me that it was very hard since there was a lot of animals and not much water through the trip. He told me that he had to lay with dead bodies to hide his scent from the police dogs, they soon reached to the United States, and my dad was probably like my age (15). He didn't go to school, but he is smart, one day he met my mother and they ended up having me and my younger brother. My dad was always working out of town because he wanted to provide for us, he worked in construction and he was a very hard worker, now he stays home because usually my grandma cant take care of us when he needs her too, but he still earns money.

 

– luis z.

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