My mother was already there for me even before I stared walking, she was there to comfort me when I fell on my knees. She was my first teacher, the one who taught me morals and set up my standards; whenever we had a family party and all of our thirty members were together, she will make me introduce and address myself to every single one and if ever forgot to say hi to someone she will just give me a look to make realize my mistake, and I will immediately go on to that person and say sorry for …show more content…
As a Hispanic child, I valued every opportunity I was given, such as able to go to school or basic needs as well. I lived in a small apartment in Brownsville, TX where I was happy for. I remember a time when I was at the age of 5 when my mom came up to me and told me “Brandon eres un buen hijo que aprecias todo nunc cambies”. Meaning Brandon you are such a good kid don’t change. That saying made an impact on me because no matter how poor we were, how small our apartment was, how I had to eat scraps, slept on the floor, I still had a smile on my face. I had generous neighbors who were welcoming and would invite us for cookouts, and also friends who would play with me, “A pasar la pelota” Meaning kicking the ball to each other. One thing I can thank my neighbors for is for helping me speak the English language. As a Hispanic boy raised my Mexican parents, I did not have the knowledge to speak English and neither my parents; the language was similar to me, I still have thought of my friend named Thomas I considered him my best friend. Thomas helped me get better at my English, by the following year I was starting Elementary as a kindergarten. Fast forward 10 years, I moved into my first home at “El narajal”. Although I missed my old neighbors I met new people in my new neighborhood and up to this day I still live in my