1. My Journey as an Immigrant
I can still remember the day that my father took me by the hand and walked with me to the bus station. ... From Tijuana, we were supposed to walk for a few hours. ... We walked from Tijuana on our way up north. ... We walked and walked and finally we were able to sit for a bit in what I know recall was a horse barn. ... The sun was hot and the pavement was burning, I can still remember the pain that I felt on my bare feet when I had to get off the bus and walk to the plaza without any shoes to protect my feet. ...
- Word Count: 1987
- Approx Pages: 8
- Has Bibliography
- Grade Level: High School