Personal Narrative: Moving To Mexico

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I was born and raised in a highly traditional and impoverished section of Mexico. I shared a two-story home with my extended-family. Since childhood, I was expected to follow my ancestor’s footsteps, steps that led into the corn fields of Potosi. However, thanks to my father’s desire to improve my family’s economic future, we decided to move to Texas. This time we had a one-bedroom apartment all to ourselves. After my uncle’s deportation, however, we moved into his mobile in the outskirts of town. We’ve lived there ever since while we continue on the path to a better economic future.

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