As I carry along each day with a new beginning I never really know what it meant or what it feels like to be a suffering child or in the need to want to the US for a better life. As I have always heard conversation with a family member or maybe sometimes not even family members talking about how hard it was to come to the US and be a stable family I never have ever really taken the time to hear their experiences and how much of a struggle it was.

My grandmother being 13 years old, she didn't have a thought about life all what really mattered to her was one day having the dream to come to the US. As the days pass by each and each she never thought of ever getting pregnant and so it happened that she did and her parents forced her to leave out of her house and to figure it out on her own. She didn't know what to do because she had no experience of anything her thoughts were that were coming to the US would make everything a lot easier. Would make things a lot easier in the sense of earning money and having an education at the same time.

Throughout time her husband kept on insisting that she and him to the US for a better life, but that thought of coming over here never crossed her head because she knew how hard it was and said,” I am in no risk to get caught at the border and get sent back.” Her husband never really understood what she was saying and forced her to finally give it a try. “As I get closer and closer to the boarding pass section I feel my heart beating faster than ever and my hands sweating like working in the hot summer.” I don’t know what to expect but I just want this to end as soon as it can.It took her a very long time to be able to cross the boarder and obvioisly throughout all that experience she learned many lessons throughout her way. Like she said, ?I was only 13 I didn't exactly know what I wanted, although I would always hear people talk about how cool America was it never really interested.? As she said this it put my brain to think if she didn't know what she wanted, then what was her actual perspective on the American Dream.

Me, myself being a 16 year old girl living in the United States and having a stable family I don't think it would ever cross my mind to say I want to move to a different country for a better no life. As I hear my grandmother's story I ask myself, then what is her American Dream or what was in other words. Apparently, her American Dream was always picture perfect. Picture perfect as in having a decent job, money and getting an education all at the same time she thought everything was handed to her and thought that by just saying I am in the United States I have it cleaned up and easy.But that assent the case because she knew that once she hit her both feet in the United States you had to work for everything you wanted she never knew she says. I figured that her American Dream picture perfect has changed and she says that bit has because well she has many reasons, but her most meaningful one for her is, ?I left my family behind because I thought it would be a better life but I come to see that it is almost the same, nothing feels right but being in your hometown which form her would be Mexico.?Hearing her preach this really makes me consider of what a life I have.

Now my question for you, What is your American Dream?