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My name is Jasmide St Victor, and I come from Haiti. I will be 19 years old in this month, and I’m in 12th grade. I live in Belle Glade with my father and my step family. My mom is in Haiti, and I also have siblings in Haiti. I am the first child of my mom and the youngest of my dad. I have been in the United States for one year and a half.  When I first came to this country it wasn’t easy to make it.  I had to leave everything behind and learn how to survive without the person who was always in my side to help me —  my lovely mom . She is the person I grew up with, because my dad left us when I was 7 years old. My dad traveled by boat to get a better life to help us, and, while my dad was traveling, my mom did everything to give us food.  She sold all of the miserable trades to keep us safe.  At this time life was very difficult for my family.  When my mom would get some money, she couldn’t by food for us with it, because we were in private school. She had to pay for school. She is a person who believes in education even though she doesn’t have a degree. She was working very hard to make me a brilliant student; that’s why I use her as my motivation to keep following my dream.  I know what she did for me and all of the bad experiences she suffered for me. One thing I have almost achieved is my graduation from high school.  That makes me proud, because I know I am assured of my diploma. I’m the first child of my parents who is going to graduate from high school and go to college. Coming to America has been a great opportunity for me, because it has given me the chance to be another person. I will take this opportunity to achieve my goal. The day I came to the United states I had to start a new life. I thank God, because he gave me the strength to overcome the challenges of my new experiences and to live with my strange family.  When I first came to the United States I thought everything was going to be easy, but that was just the beginning. When I was in Haiti, my mom did everything for me, and when I came here to live with my dad and my stepmother I had to do everything by myself.  My father doesn’t care about his children anymore, and he keeps telling me, “You can do what you want to help yourself; I have other things to do with my money.”  My stepmother is very weird and supports the only people who are important to her: her children and her husband. I will persevere with my hopes and desires to reach what I want and make my lovely mom proud of me.