I was born in Honduras in 1993. I lived with my parents for four years and a couple of months. Then my parents moved to the U.S. My mom wanted me to come to live with her. My dad did not want me to leave Honduras to study in the U.S because he didn’t want me to be an immigrant. My aunt called my mom and told her that the coyote would bring me and her for 6,000 dollars.

When I came to the United States, I was a little boy I was happy to be with my parents again but I missed my old school and my old friends. It was not that big of a difference here in Washington from where I used to live in Honduras. The only difference was that I didn’t get to go to school with my cousins like in Honduras. I felt lonely because I didn’t know any one in that school and I missed my old friends.

        The only difficulty I faced was that I didn’t make a lot of friends at the beginning. With English I had some problems. I did not know that much English. In Honduras, I was starting first grade in a private school. There the teachers only taught English, but I never finished first grade in Honduras so I didn’t learn that much English. In my new I knew a little bit of English and my teacher spoke Spanish.  In the end, I felt good because I had lot of friends and was learning more English.