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My name is Ronald and today I will tell my story. In 2007 I was born in Guanabo Cuba with a lovely family i got everything I needed, I lived in Cuba until I was 8 years old, my childhood was pretty good I was a playful kid always trying to help others, and being kind was something I was always known for. One day my mom told me we were going to the “Yuma” that’s what most Cubans call the United States of America, I didn’t care then because it was hard for me to know the difference between a new house and a new country. At my house we celebrated with my whole family and me, my dad is pretty popular in our city so a lot of people came to say goodbye, i was having fun with my cousin and friends and in a matter of seconds I was in an airplane going to one of the biggest countries and my new home. Saying goodbye to the place that saw me grow until that moment was hard everything I learned about the world was in my home. When we got to the United States my parents moved three times to different places so it was not easy to fit in or make friends, my father was always working, and for some time he used to travel so he could bring bread to the table, My mom always tried to help me out with school but she didn’t understand how things work, I wasn’t a big fan of school either so I didn’t do any homework or pay attention to class, I refused to learn a language that I did not understand just because people used to make fun of me because of my accent or when my words didn’t make sense but in the other side I made a couple of friends. My mother and my father started to stress about the past and remember some things that broke our family apart when they separated I went to live with my mother and my grandmother, they took good care of me but I was basically by myself outside of our house. In a short period, my mother met a new person at first he was nice and used to buy me stuff so I could feel comfortable with him it didn’t bother me until he told me that it would be great if we moved with him to Texas far from my father. Me and my father we rarely got along even today we don’t get along, I love my father but we have different points of view in life, He is a hard-working man and the best father I could ask for but we still dont understand each other. Texas was a place that it will always be on my mind because i created my own world and my way to think i crated good friendships that they are still part of my life. At the end of the day i was lost they told me that the place i was my home but it didn’t felt like that i moved to dallas for 3 or less months and went back living with him and this time they both got a baby, my sister Nicoll i remember that at first it was weird i never got siblings but when i saw my little sister for the first time i wanted to always take care of her and protect her from anything time past and i was not in the right place. I was alone and i didn’t feel like home, so i went to live with my father and it was the best decision i ever made. Today i feel better with my self i dont have to lie to myself no more, i have meet amazing people that today i can call family and a love every single one and i hope one day i can find my home the place that i can be my self a hundred percent. Everybody has a home you just have to find it starting looking at our hearts.