The hero that i choose to showcase there heroism is my mother, I know that we were supposed to avoid people that where really close to us, but i am honestly am not that close to her when compared to other people and how close they are to there mom. The reason that i picked her is because she is a really nice person and i want everyone to see how she is through my eyes.
At first, I wanted to address what i said on the tape. Her name is Marysol Oritiz, that was her maiden name. She was born in Mexico and lived there for about 8 years before moving to America. She lived happily there with her countless amount of cousins, friends, and other family members there. She described living there compared to here as more "safe",as in nobody really had the intentions to commit any crime since people were happy. She said that they had a huge marketplace with a bunch of random shops open on the street that she would always go and buy food, jewelry, or some clothes. She gets the money from her mom and grandma. My mom would tell lots me lots of things about her grandma that i always loved and i was even lucky enough to see her at a fairly early age whilst still remembering her clearly. My mom would talk about how she used to have a pomegranate, mango, and peach trees in her backyard that she would constantly give out to her and little cousin Danny. My family just had all types of fun down in Mexico but it was short lived due to what her dad did. My mom was in the car with her parents one night but her dad was a little too drunk on the wheel. He seemed to drive okay, but then he ran over a kid on his bike. My mom said that she doesn't remember what exactly happened the instant he was hit, she describes it as being blacked out. It's almost as if her brain tried saving her from the trauma. Then she remembers screaming and when they drove home they where freaked out. A couple days later they received a call saying that they knew it was him and they where coming for his daughter, which was my mom. Then a couple days later my mom told me she noticed strange cars following her to the park and other places she went. The only option they had was to flee somewhere safe from them .
In my opinion i think my mom really adapted well from moving into a new country, especially from a place were she grew up in. I'm not saying she didn't struggle with living here, she had it pretty rough in high school dealing with lots of racism and always being put down. My mom had to take two buses and walk a lot, her parents didn't have the money to afford her a car. She couldn't even use her dad's car which wasn't used in the day since he worked night shifts. When i was a kid, i remember my mom telling my about stories of her and her friends always fighting the black girls. She said it was always the Mexicans vs the blacks at her all girl school. Then she would tell me that whenever the white girls get involved, the Mexicans and blacks would team up on the whites. She would tell me how they pull each others hair, say REALLY bad slurs and even in class they always went after each other. My mom said that it was the worst on the buses, it was no holding back on anything that went down on that bus.
Life however wasn't better when she got home, her mom would always start yelling at her about school, social life, and even on how much she eat. I honestly couldn't imagine myself being happy if i was her when she first told me this, somebody would have to be really determined to live in any environment like that and that's exactly what she did. She says it seemed they got angsty once they moved away from Mexico. It shows that they didn't handle the change very well. My mom always told me that she wanted me to go to college to get the opportunity that she never could when she was my age. Her parents had told her that they didn't want her to go to college, and instead start working right away. She would tell me that she was pissed about that decision and always wanted to go into nursing right away. That again was far too expensive for there budget. My mom being the person she is, just deals with it and tries to make the most out of what she's given. If you give my mom any amount of tools to try and accomplish anything it is guarantee that she could do something astounding and she will never give up on the task, no matter how tough it would be.
A little more time passes and it's my mom's wedding with my dad, they met at high school when he asked her to a senior dance then starting dating ever since then. Every since the day and on forth her life was a whole lot smoother and nice. They both had steady jobs, there family was even supportive of them and then they decided to have their first child, my older brother. They where happy with him but felt he was a little lonely and decided to have another child which was ME. They still felt pretty happy about us and knew they wanted what was best for us. Both of my parents collectively thought that their kids should instead be something better then there parents with even bigger opportunities then they had combined. They both found us a good grammar school to start off but the budget was a little tight just like there parents when raising them. My mom then had decided to work for the school so that the tuition was cheaper. She claims that it was indeed her favorite job and she dearly dreads another opportunity like that but but to a higher amp. I also enjoyed that she worked at my school and i could see her everyday all day. At the time i didn't really enjoy it because i had to spent half of my summer at school since she had to be there early to help setup the school for the first day. I do miss those days and she also does as well but knows no to dwell on it to much since it can be bad mentally for anyone. She knew that she must move forward, never looking back or she would be lost in the past to the point of no return. My mom has also taught me a lot, to be a fighter, don;t give up, and always be grateful with what you are given.