MY Story
...the United State with his family in the late 1980s. My mother had no choice, but to bring them into are small apartment. In 1989, our family what composed of three adult (my mother, uncle, and aunt) and seven children (my older sister, two older brother, me, two female cousin, and one male cousin). Like I mentioned above a semi-small tribe of animals, just looking out for one another. Did I fail to mention that our apartment was about the size of a regular classroom and only had one bedroom. For five years, we were we lived under this condition. And I remember once in a blue, where one of my mother’s friend would stay over because she did not have any place to stay. My mother was a great woman, with a big heart. The small amount of space in the apartment was never questioned, nor argued everyone was happy and grateful for just simply having a place they called home. As for me, my brothers and cousins, we soon found something that kept us out of trouble, in the apartment. Right next to the building we had a huge field. This field had everything you could imagine. It had a baseball field, football filed, a playground, a creepy cemetery (so they said), a burned down school, and a small place, that we call “the jungle”. For us this place was l...