Before going to USA

                                 Before going to USA 

 

       I had been living in Puerto Rico since I was born then, when I was 1 year old, my mother decided to move in with my father in New York. After a year my mother decided to return to Puerto Rico because the place that my father lived wasn't good. The kitchen was sinking and there were rats everywhere.

I returned to Puerto Rico at 2 years old and since then I never heard from my father. I was raised with my mother, brother, grandparents and my uncle Luis.

        My grandparents used to live on a beach where my brother and I were raised. The elementary school we went to was "Carmen Gómez Tejera "it was also on a beach called  Tamarindo beach  

    

  I remember my brother skipping classes and his teachers calling my mother. The teachers told my mother that Jonathan (my brother) was skipping classes and he was in the beach swimming. He love being at the beach. We were always in the beach having fun with the family.

 

 

By that time my mother used to work at Las Cascadas, is a water park. She worked there as a first aid worker. When we left school my mother picked us up and took us with her to work. That was awesome because we could enjoy the facilities every time. I remember my mother's coworkers and they were so nice to us. They played with us in the pool. When the water park was open to the public, my brother and I had the advantage that we knew my mother's coworker, so we wouldn't have to wait in line.

My grandparents bought land to build a house. While they financed the house my grandmother used the ground for sows peas, corn, tomatoes, peppers, sweet potato and pineapple. We used to stay with them every weekend to plant in the ground. We used to go on weekends because my grandmother was an elementary school teacher and my brother and I were in school. I remember those times when we were going to grow, I got homesick because apart of what we were doing for fun  we also do it to shared time together as a family. My grandfather taught my brother to make ditches and my grandmother taught me how to put the seed in the ditches and know what kind of land use for a good harvest.

 

 

At the age of ten, my grandparents decided to build a house a little far from the beach. My grandfather and my uncle Luis were carpenters, so they build the house and my grandmother's brother helped them with the plumbing and the electricity. The place where they were building the house was a new neighboorhood so there was nothing to play with, it was frustrating.

By the passage of time my brother and I  got used to our new life, but after my mother decided to move to United States and it was another change in our life. Now that I'm no longer in Puerto Rico I miss those they in my grandparents house.