This is the story of Genaro Cuellar, a Mexican immigrant that came to America to seek a different life here rather than his average Mexican life. It was a hot summer day with the sun beating down on my dark clothing. It was my last day in Mexico before the big move to America. My parents scrambled around the house trying to sell as much of our furniture that we couldn’t bring as possilble. I was scared, nervous for what was going to happen in the time ahead of me. I had heard very few stories of people immigrating because they usually don’t come back. I started to think about it, and the more I ran it through my head, the better it sounded. After a brief goodbye, we finally set out on our journey out of Monterrey and to Dallas.
As we approach the border, I start to get nervous with my mind racing of all the possibilities that could happen up ahead. We get to the border and all I could hear was your good to go. I started to feel like a million bucks. We went on with our drive to Dallas. This is the first time that I’ve been out of Mexico and it was interesting. I read some of the signs because I took English at home but then most of the words I couldn’t understand as we were passing by.
Luckily, I didn’t have to attend school for another couple month which made me happy but I still had to swim and take English classes. When I arrived at the English class, I thought that it felt like home because everyone speaks Spanish. Everyone said hi to me as I was new to the class. My mom picked me up after the class and took me to swim practice. At swim practice, I walked in and my mom talked to the coach and then from my understanding introduced me. I felt welcomed at this place. Everyone introduced themselves to me with their names. There was one kid that I related with well because he just came to Dallas from North Carolina. His name was a simply easy to say name, Jack Todd.
At this point my life took a left turn. I got on a daily routine of English classes and swimming. Then school started up. I felt like an outsider with a language barrier but I just had to find a group I related to. I do not regret my choice of leaving my old life behind and coming to America.
