Life at Mexico was amazing. I was genuinely happy being surrounded by my family especially my grandparents whom I was dearly close to. My father wasn’t around a lot of the time while I was still in Mexico due to the fact that he went to the United States first than me and my mother to be able to provide for us as there were simply not enough jobs that paid enough to sustain my family. I was hurt not being able to be with my father whenever I wanted but I had my mother by my side and that was more than enough. My mother and I lived a genuine joyful life while we were in Mexico. She had her family, friends, and she had a roof to stay under. I was the happiest that I thought I could ever