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AutobiographyHello my name is Cinthya Ramos. I am 19 years old and I am a senior at Yampah mountain High School. Even though I was born in Mexico, I have been here in the United States for most of my life In the. When I was 4 years old my dad came to the United States to look for a better future for his family. One year later my mom and my little brother came to the United States to reunite with my dad. My mom’s plans were to only be here for one year. That is why she just brought my little brother and my big brother and I stayed behind. My brother and I stayed with my aunts in Mexico. Sometimes we were in the city and sometimes we were in a little tiny town with another aunt.I remember the day that my mom left us, I nearly went crazy from the sadness. When she left I cried and cried. No one could shut me up. After a hours of crying I stopped and forgot my mom had left. Every time my mom would call I would ask her when she was going to come back home. One day she finally said that my aunt was going to bring us to her. The day we left Mexico I don’t remember anything I was about 7 years old. I just remember that we were on the bus for a very long time. The bus would stop often but it was only for like ten minutes, and we would have to get back on right away. My aunt was worried that we wouldn’t get back on in time so she wouldn’t even let us off. We finally arrived to Tijuana, Baja California. There we waited for some friends of my aunt to come and pick us up from the bus station. We lived in Tijuana for about a week which now that I think about it seemed like months. My little cousin and I were waiting there for my aunt and brother to cross. Because they were older and they were going to be asked a lot of questions if they crossed at the border line. So they had to pay a “coyote” to help them cross through the dessert. They had to walk for eight hours in the night to cross into the United States.After 8 long hours of walking the “coyote” took them to San Diego, California. That’s where my little cousin and I met my aunt and brother and older cousin. We stayed in San Diego, with a childhood friend of my moms. It seemed like we were there for months but we were only there for one week. At the end of the week my grandpa came and pick us up and took us to his house in Anaheim, California. From there we finally came to Glenwood Springs, Colorado. After 16 long hours of driving we finally made it to my mom and dad. I remember arriving to Village Inn. I asked my grandpa “is this where my mom lives?” he said “no their going to come and show us the way to their house”. When we got to the apartment complex where my mom lived it was the most exciting thing ever. Until this day, I remember the first person I saw, my baby brother sitting at the top of the stair well, just looking at us. He was so shy and so cute. He also much taller then the last time I saw him. When I started school in Glenwood Springs I was seven years old, I was so shy that school seemed so hard. I couldn’t speak English and it was very frustrating. I hated to ask for help from my teacher because she couldn’t speak Spanish I could not understand her. My teacher was so nice and very patient with Me. Her name was Mrs. Dubois. After about a year I started learning English very quickly and felt more comfortable. I had made friends with some girls that to this day im still friends with. And after 2 years I didn’t need any more English Language Learners ed. When I was about ten years old my father got arrested for drunk driving and was taken to jail. He was then deported back to Mexico. I liked him being away because at the time all I wanted was to spend time with my friends and just be out in the streets. After nine months he came back with the help of my mom. When he came back he found a good job in Rifle and then a year later we had to move because we bought a house there. After the move I was not excited at all. The move ment to me new friends, new school, new neighborhood, new everything. I kind of became a rebel after the move and to make things worse my mom was struggling with keeping up with the rent and bills and everything. My mom’s struggles began after my dad got put in jail a second time. My mom was so tired of him always getting thrown in jail so she left him in jail and he got deported. My dad begged to come back and my mom moved on.My dad eventually got deported and sent back toMexi After a few of struggling months I saw my mom acting differently. The next thing I knew my mom was dating someone else. I was so mad at her but after I thought about it I was okay with it. I said to myself if my mom is happy then I have to be happy for her. After I met my step dad I was happier. I saw that he was a good man for her. Every day I thank God for blessing my mom with such a wonderful man. He helped her get out of her depression and supported her in every decision that she made whether he thought it was good or bad. We all lived happily together until I got pregnant and moved out. I got married on November 24, 2010. After a year we decided that it wasn’t working so I moved back in with my family. Life after having my baby became very hard Graduating high school has been a challenge for me. After the baby came I became really depressed and my life has been an emotional rollercoaster. The challenges that I face is becoming a single mom at a very young age I have given up on a lot. I always thought that I would never be a single mother, especially at such a young age. I hope after I graduate to go on to college I know it will be a challenge but I know I can do it. |