Mexican Immigration

I am a sixteen-year-old boy from southern Mexico City. My family lived in poverty and when my father was killed in an accident the flow of money abruptly stopped. My brother, fifteen-year-old Jose, and I am planned to cross the border and head to the United States. The two of us tried to scrounge up enough money to hire a coyote to help us across, but we both decided that we’d be better off …

…month for my family. They’re always grateful, or at least I think, I haven’t gotten a letter back from them yet. I live with a group of other immigrant Mexicans. Together we retain our Mexican language and heritage, at least for now. I can see that future generations will become Americanized and lose some of their culture and heritage. The best we can hope for is to blend the best of both cultures.