GOOD FRIENDS

FRIENDS!!!!.Sometimes you have a lot of friends.
But who are your real friends?.
They can be your partner at school,
or your neighbor when you were a child.
To me, in my opinion a real friend is a person who is always by your side.
Not only in the good moments.
A good friend is someone to listen to you when you need to talk,
when you are sad , when you are happy,
when you are sick , when you are healthy.
A good friend is a peson that you can trust.

'' IMMIGRANTS''

The word '' IMMIGRANTS'' to me is kind of hard because a lot of people in U.S.A.
think that we come here to take away theirs jobs for less money.

Some people think that we are terrorist, that we just want to destroy what they have.
The word ''IMMIGRANTS'' is a fancy word because the racists use more the word
'' WET BACK ''. In my experience, some people have called me this,
but they don't know us so they stereotype us.
Yes we are all immigrants in some way.

Thats what makes us different.We don't think and act the same.
We are all humans. We have a brain. We have a heart.
Every person is responsible for they own actions.

To be an immigrant is very hard. First when you come over here, it is a new country with a new language, new food, new traditions.
So imagine how hard it is when your children get sick and you are afraid to take them to the hospital because you are an immigrant.

If you don't speak English, they treat you like DIRT!!!!!.
We came here to have a better life for us and for our kids.
That's why we left our own country, our family and our traditions.
We are people with hopes and dreams. Not only ''IMMIGRANTS''.

''FRIENDSHIP''

My story today is about, how my friend helped me.
When I got separate in my first marriage.
She was my neighbor beside my friend.

The night we didn't have a place to sleep .
I was my self with my kids and their clothes
but she help me, she gave to me her other aparment,
also she gave to me plates,cups,forks and the most important thing,
her friendship. I always be grateful for everything that she did for me and my kids.
Her name is ''YOLANDA''

'' BLOOD ''

I will never forget my blood, for who I am here. I am grateful with my parents for giving me the life, the bood. I know now how they felt. At this time. I am a parent too.

And I understand why they're always trying to protect us. Our health, our life. No matter how young or old you are, or how mean or good person you are. They are always going to protect you. Like I do now with my kids, to take care of them because they are part of me, part of my life. They are my blood , my present, my future. So my message is just be GRATEFUL.

'' A SNOW MEMORY ''

I remember when I was a child.
We were living in Chiuahua, Mexico in the mountains.
Every winter we were waiting for the snow. My mom always in the summer time she colleted the most firewood as she could use in the snow time.

And also our house didn't have windows. So to keep our bodies warm she would burn alot of wood in the chimney and we would fall asleep like a little babies.

Also my mom always made for us an '' ICE CREAM '' using snow, milk and sugar. we loved the snow like that. the taste was like a piece of heaven to me. We didn't know before about a real ice cream .
Now over here I like the snow . But not to eat. I like to look the mountains, Specially when the snow is falling. these mountains, look like the mountains in my town.They are always green like a beautiful garden in the spring time.

MY BEDROOM WHEN I WAS A CHILD.

This is my bedroom story.
My bedroom was little. My mom, my grandma, my brother, my sisters and me.
We were sleeping in the same room.
The room was special because when it rained in the summer, My mom would always cover my brother up with a piece a plastic over his blanket. so he wouldn't get wet from the rain leaking from the ceiling on his side.
I also remember when my sister Brisa would always get in trouble for taking her cookies to the room,
she wouldn't eat them right away,
but would wait for everyone to fall asleep and then eat them,
she would make noises like a mouse.
I now realize all of the special memories that the bedroom held for me.
I will never forget my bedroom when I was a child.

MY STORY

I am Danira and this is my story. I am from Chihuahua, Mexico. My story is almost the same like the others. We came here for better life. I have three kids-two girls and one boy. I think they are the most important and special people in my life. They make me be strong for them.

I miss my family, my country, our traditions, my mom's food. I miss going to the river in the afternoon to catch fish. I also miss my grandmother's stories. I miss going with my sisters to pickup fresh chamomile tea and flowers in the mountains at morning time. Sometimes we didn't have anything to eat, but we were together.

Sometimes it hurts to be here by myself. I mean without my sisters, my mom and my grandmother. But here I have my husband and my kids, They are my other part of my family and I think that is the best gift in my life, Sometimes it hurts when you can't have all of your family together. I know in here, in this country, my kids can have a better life . They can choose what they want to do in the future. Of course if you teach them how they have to work hard for that. I come to the school to learn new things for me and for them.