1. Moving to America from Guatemala
... me whenever I cried, and my Grandfather taught me that God was always with me. I did not want to leave my country. I never thought I would find another to call home. 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 ... 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 homeland and the people who cared for me. ...
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