Part 1: An Introduction
I can kind of remember what it was like coming to America for the first time. I was really young so my thoughts might be cloudy. I was born in Baja off the cost and I was brought to America when I was five. I can remember Palm Springs being sort of like a movie set with endless palm trees and shiny rocks instead of sand. I remember a windmill farm with hundreds of white windmills turning in the dessert air. I remember the dessert sun burning up the sky with reds, yellows, and blues. I was nervous to meet my new family and start a new life, but I was excited as well. I believe it was a very hot day and the air conditioner in the case workers car made a loud rattling sound. The seats were leather and stuck to me as I intently stared out the window. I can remember smiling more than being sad…I don’t think I was aware that I would never see my mother again, but I was happy to have left all the horrible stuff behind me. When we pulled into the drive way the first thing that I noticed is that the house was yellow and a single palm tree was growing in the front yard. It looked peaceful and tranquil and nothing like what I had seen back home. I walked to the front door holding the case workers hand and suddenly I felt a rush of emotions because I had no idea what future was behind that door. To be continued…
