Mexico

When I moved from Mexico it was really hard for me. I was 6 years old when we moved from Mexico and my brother was 11 years old. When my parents told me and my brother that we were going to move to the United States I was excited but my brother was crying. When I saw him cry that's when I cried too. He was saying that he didn't want to leave because we were going to see our family and friends. That's when I said that I didn't want to move either. My parents were telling us that we were going to be with other family that we have there. They also told us that they were going to buy us what ever we want. That's when my brother and I calmed down. When it was time to pack everything up my brother and I started crying again because we couldn't take all of our stuff with us. December 1,1999 morning: that was the day we left in the morning. Family was with us when we left. My brother and I started crying because we weren't going to see our cousins and friends anymore. When we got in the bus family was waving at us. It was the saddest day ever in my life. I miss my family, friends and our animals. I wish I could go and visit someday.