Personal Narrative: Moving To The United States

My life took an interesting turn when my mother told me I would be moving to a different country, fear took over my body because that meant I would have to start from zero. On January 1st, 2011 my mom gave me the exciting news that her fiancée, now husband, had started the process to bring her to the United States so she could become a permanent resident, live with him, form a family and start a brand new life. I remember her face blighting up to every time she spoke a word but that smile faded once she told me I could not come with at that time because of the expense of the process. I understood why she could not bring me with. We had economic and emotional issues going on. She promised that as soon as she obtained her green card (permanent residency) she would start the legal process for me. I could then visit the United States and become a permanent resident.
The process required both, time and money. It started with a simple invitation from my stepdad to my mother and an immigration lawyer. Tons of documents, signatures and three hours in a meeting all done within a twenty-four hour frame period. Days went by and the acceptance letter seemed to take forever to arrive. With that in her hands, she could then proceed onto the next step. July 1, 2012 came by

Usually takes about twelve to eighteen hours to travel from Green Bay, Wisconsin to Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic unless you are traveling on first class, which is a luxury to do so. But we had no choice but to book the next flight and to buy a first class ticket. Maxed out credit cards, donations from our local church, close friends and relatives, we received so much support from everybody. They helped us to get my stepdad to the DR as soon as possible. Few people have the virtue of having such lovable neighbors and relatives, I am one of them. I will always remember what they did for us and will always be thankful for