*MY ANTONiA- CREATiVE WRiTiNG*

Chapter 1:
I was ten years old when I moved with my Aunt and Uncle to Houston Texas and here is where I had my first encounter with an immigrant family. As we passed the sign welcoming us to Houston Texas, I noticed a large group of Hispanics getting off of a bus, they all looked exhausted as if they had been traveling for days, little did I know that I was right, they finally reached their destination. Although the journey was hard for me I can’t even imagine what it was like for them. Every year nearly half of the Hispanics who make an attempt at crossing the border die because of the deserts and unbearable weather that they are exposed to.

Although I complained that I had to sleep in the backseat of my aunt and uncles truck, after seeing all of those displaced families, I began to wonder where they slept and what they had eaten for what must have been those long, hot days. The one person that I first noticed was a young boy, later I found out that his name was Jose, he now is not only the boy I saw getting off of a bus, he is my neighbor. The Lopez family was seeking a better life and hoping for a brighter future for their children. Although the Lopez’s were doing what they thought was right, many other people discriminated against them because they feared that they would steal their jobs and more so because of the fact that they are immigrants.

When I first saw how Jose I saw that he was just as scared as me. I never lived in a place where things were unfamiliar, but here nothing seemed familiar, and I could tell that he felt the same, this was the first night that I didn’t pray before I went to sleep, for I felt that what life brought me is what I would receive. I wonder what Jose was thinking, I wonder if he was scared, I wonder if he was angry that people weren’t accepting, I wonder if he wanted to leave this place as much as I did.....