My story

I am Zoey Maxwell And I was born in Mexico, La Cuesta, me and my family were in poverty, and I hated every second of it. My family was small, just my grandma and grandfather, we walked for many days and slept on the dirty floors. I did not go to school for years, I did not even know English. When I did learn it was so hard, I want to give up. Everyone made fun of me when I pronounced words in English wrong. The school was miserable for me, I was only 10 years old then. My grandma said that my parents were dead and I hated them for leaving with me, but years later I found something out totally different. In Mexico, I fitted in, I knew what to do and what to expect but now when I moved to California, it was totally different, I was so scared. My grandparents went to work and they left me alone. The la mirga would scare me so much, we were not there legally at first. recogiendo comida habia cosa, Me dejaron en la granja, nunca me bañé ni me lavé los dientes. People made fun of me for it, I hate people for that, but I grew up thinking they were mean but they are not. Love, Zoey

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