done that; they would cruise around the town with their cool
looking trucks, having a lot of fun, drinking and partying most
of the day, and it seemed like everyone in the town wanted to
be their friends. And for some reason I wanted to be like them.
When I was 17 years old I was causing a lot of trouble. My
mother was very disappointed because I did not want to
continue my education and my father wanted me to find a job.
That is when my dream started. On November 20, 2004, I
started packing my stuff. I was finally on my way to El Norte
(The North) where I had always wanted to be. My parents had
already arranged my arrival with one of my sisters and her
husband, who at the time were living in Redmond,
Washington. They also wanted me to study and they enrolled
me in a high school.
For the first time in my life I felt so confused and out of my
comfort zone that, once again, I turned my back to a great
opportunity of education. “I did not come to study, I came to
work.” I kept repeating that to my sister and to everybody else
who wanted to convince me to go to school. It seems like my
sister’s husband got tired of my opposing attitude and he hired
me to work for him installing carpets. Finally, my dream
moved forward. With every paycheck I was getting closer to