I remember sitting at the airport as if it was yesterday. I remember the noise of carts, moving luggage and the smell of over cooked coffee. I cried and felt sorry for myself. My Grandmother and Grandfather were not coming. Who is going to spoil me and kiss my tears? Who is going to tell me that all is well because God was with me? I was not even sure if God knew of the United States. Maybe he would loose me. I loved Guatemala. I had everything I needed. Sitting at that airport I thought I would never be happy again. I prayed to God that I would not loose the memory of my home land and the people who cared for me.

I am seventeen years old now and love my new country. I speak two languages and am an Avid reader. I can still feel my Grandmother’s touch and recall the sights and sounds of Guatemala. Maybe I will visit there some day. Right now I need to focus on being the best Undergraduate student I can be. With God right next to me and people like Ms Franca I can’t fail.

Middle school did not have a bilingual program. I was placed in English as a second Language classroom. I worked hard to master English. The other students seemed to learn so much faster but as I learned each new word I knew I would survive.

w what a child must feel like when he is pushed into a swimming pool to “sink or swim.” I was placed in a public school in Los Angeles. The school was huge and there were so many children. I didn’t speak any English, had no friends and Grandma and Grandpa were gone. I was confident that God had somehow lost me.

I was six and the c

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