"My parents moved to the United States first, and I stayed behind in Mexico with my grandparents. That was the hardest time in my life. I was only 11 years old, and I missed them a lot. I wanted them to come back, but it was another year before I saw them again. When I finally got to join them, I arrived on a Sunday and started school the next day. It was so hard. I didn't understand anything they were saying. Even if you don't speak the language, you can tell when people are saying something bad about you. You just have that feeling, you know? The first year was hard, but once I learned English, I was able to make friends."
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