“Why wont you do what you need to do mijo?” I didn’t answer my moms questions anymore just didn’t care what she had to say didn’t listen anymore doing what I wanted do. Doing my own thing always partying 24 – 7 not worrying about nothing I was having fun always smoking coming home high my mom would see me but that didn’t stop me doing what I was doing. Robbing stores getting high fighting picking up new charges mostly every week. Getting more and more trouble by the day.
The day finally came I got in to much trouble my mom said I cant handle you no more. We talked we decided together send me away for a while not knowing when I was going to come back. The next day my mom bought me a ticket for this guy to drive me to Morelos Mexico. A little while latter I packed my things together clothes everything I could take not to much cause they charge for every pound that it weighs. I said by to my family and my mom same time showing her the new tattoo that I had barley got I left.
We started are way to Mexico me and all these old Mexicans going to Mexico to finish the rest of there lives and I was going to start my new life. It took 3 long days and nights to get there not stopping only to get gas and food to use the bathroom to nothing else. Sleeping on ugly nasty smelly people it was disgusting in that van the whole way there it smelled like someone was farting and I think it was the old man next to me.
I had finally got to Mexico a part of Mexico that I had never been to it was my fist time in that part I been to Mexico before but this part was ugly and weird different than any other place I had been. I got there with this guy José that I had barley known still confused about him not knowing what to think what to do.
I started my new life in Mexico that day in Mexico no one helped me everything was all up to me. I had to take care of my own had to work for my own money had to work for things I needed. I needed a phone so I had to buy me one had to pay for every minute I used. For the first time of my life I really had to take care of myself it was harder than I thought it was going to be
Working in Mexico was so hard working in U.S. is nothing compared to Mexico. First job that I had over there was planting corn in the hot sun every day from morning working while the sun came up to when the sun fell making holes in the soil throwing a couple kernels in every whole closing them up no machinery all by hand. That was my new life it was a start but I started to move up after all that hard work I got a side job on the weekends. Now I was working with cement laying down cement for houses is what I was doing had to mix all the cement with shovels no machinery all by hand. It was the hardest jobs I ever had.
After 4 months I was finally going to leave Mexico and go home. I packed all my things and all my stuff and finally bought my self a ticket and by the next morning I was on the bus by 6 leaving. I went towards the border all by my self taking a couple different buses to get me to one spot it took me 3 days. I thought I had got lost a couple times or taken the wrong bus. I was right I had took all the right buses and finally got there to the border. I saw my mom for the first time in Nogales Mexico and we both crossed together and ate McDonalds. After that I rode again to salt lake. I was finally home.
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I think that this is well thought. The spelling and the grammar isn't the best, But I could still understand what you were trying to say. First off that seems like it would be pretty hard to live through that kind of life, I went to Mexico once in my life and I thought it wasn't to shabby. But now I know that it isn't all that nice, I think you could have described some things a little bit better, and you could work on the grammar and punctuation but other then that, Well done.
i really like the morale of this story, troubled delinquent to responsible man. i like how you explained how hard it was for you and how you struggled. you could work on your conventions and put comma's in places that need commas.
Yo man Your story is really good. I liked all the detail that you put into it. I enjoyed reading it altogether. Keep up the good writings you have potential.
so were you more thankful for your mom and all the good your mom does for you? I think you could learn a lot in Mexico from them people that have it harder than us but keep going. I bet after that trip to Mexico you were nicer to your mom hu.
i like the way you were very descriptive and i admirer what you have been through because you didn't have no body i don't think i would be able to go through all of that but that's every body. "NO" but now hope you doing better and move on make things better but people have to learn one way or other. but i really liked it hope you can wright more interesting things. if i were you i would do better for the one i love you should do it for your mother and family or people you love.....
He did a good job puting all the info and I remember when i got money by my mom and dad they ask me what did I do whit it and they cut me whit a pipe and I got in troble.
she did a good job with evry thing and my life was like that but it was my mom and not my dad because my mom would tall use that we wore wothlis.
I know how that's been but it was a little different with me. my mom sent me to live with my dad in California.after a two months from living with him we moved to Mexico because did what you were doing coming home every day high or drunk.so we went to Mexico because he thought it would make me better but as you can see it didn't.but right now i blame my dad for me getting into trouble cuz he left me at the age of six.
i think you did a good job on this one. i think it was a great subject "my last words". i like how you gave some detail on what exactly you would say before your death. i also like how you gave well not exactly credit to yourself but i like how you realized some of your plans and actions weren't the best that you made. so i think this is good and i enjoyed reading it keep the good work up mijo.
Hey mijo, I think you did good, I know how that is because i got sent to California for getting into a lot of trouble my mom couldn't handle me anymore.I would always come home high,so after living with my dad 2 months I got into a fight at school,and got suspended. I think where ever you are your always going to get into trouble because trouble is everywhere. Six months later he send me back with my mom because he couldn't take me anymore either because he new i was getting high with my brother, and doing what i wanted. Anyways coming to Utah I got into more trouble, getting arrested, getting alcohol tickets, and curfew tickets, after a I got pregnant from my Lil boy I have right now but you know the fucked up part that i was still going out partying, getting high,and kicking it with my friends. In till my baby was 7 months I stopped getting into trouble, but no matter what i got locked up and put into foster care but I have learned my lesson. In till this day I have change my ways, because back then I was a crazy ass hyna.
That's hekka of a story. I've recently learned that with every action you make there is a consequance, wether is good or bad. I'm sure you learned something from it. I used to do the same thing. I always thought that my friends were legit and they came first so i stoped lissening to my mom, I stoped caring. I've never had to do anything on my own untill Genesis was born, my mom couldn't be doing everything for me like she use to. But from what i read it seems like you and your mom have it better now!
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