and notified us that in just a couple of minutes we would be landing in the Unites States of America. By the tone of his voice I almost felt as if maybe America was a good place because he sounded very excited to be there. As we boarded off the plane we got directed to a room where officials and other people in business attires sat us down and asked us more questions. It was like these questions never ended and I couldn’t understand why these strangers needed to know so much about me, my family and our whereabouts.
Shortly the questions were over and we were now making progress. We got our fingerprints and documentation done all in this room, and since we were coming with a Visa that would allowed us to live here, they took care of what they called our “green cards”. When this was all set and done we had people right outside of the airport waiting to pick us up and take us to my grandmother’s. I don’t even recall falling asleep all I remember was getting in the car once again with strange people and then being taken to this …show more content…
While we would do that my father would go out looking for houses and there were times in which he would only come back after sunset. At night our routine was to pull out the bed from the couch in the living room/dining room and lay on it, while my dad would lay up on the other couch across from us. I remember the pull out bed being so small that it barely fit all three of us and to make matters worse, the fact that the place was so small and that there were too many people would cause all types of tossing and turning in our sleep. I was to the point we were waking up every day completely covered up in sweat, now let’s not forget this was the winter time. Fortunately it wasn’t long until my dad found an apartment for rent right down the street from my grandmother’s building and we were able to move