PNN Revolutionary Blog Series #4/ Serie de Blogs Revolutionarios


PNNscholar1 - Posted on 13 August 2010


PeopleSkool Summer 2010/ Escuela de la gente Verano 2010                                           Por/ By Mary Q.

Frustracion del destino mio/ Frustration with my destiny

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   Empieza mi frustracion hace 16 años vine engañada por mi medio hermana. Ella le dijo a mi mama que me dejara venir a este pais porque aqui yo iba ha tener un major futuro de trabajo  y  estudio .
   Pero al llegar a la casa de ella todo cambio.  Ella me agarro como su cirvienta pues yo tenia que limpiar, cocinar y cuidar a sus 3 hijos por un miserable sueldo de $100 dolares al mes, yo no decia nada pero ella tampoco me decia nada y no me dejaba salir del apartamento no me dejaba llaves y siempre decia que si salia me iba a agarrar la inmigracion.
   Ella me decia que iba a gastar su dinero, lo iba a botar a la basura, y me decia que la inmigracion me podia agarrar, yo tenia miedo de salir no sabia que existia escuela para adultos yo lloraba todos los dias queria regresarme, pero no tenia dinero ni tampoco sabia como regresar, pero un dia tome valor y sali con el bebe de 3 meses y camine hasta encontrarme con un parque y alli encontre a una señora anciana y empeze a hablar con ella y le conte con los ojos llenos de lagrimas todo lo que estaba pasando y ella me consolo y me dijo no se preocupe niña yo le voy a ayudar.
      Pues le di mi direccion y asi fue ella me dejo su trabajo. Ahora despues de tantos años agradesco a esta señora de buen Corazon y que gracias a ella mi vida es diferente y ahora se  que la discriminacion y la autosuficiencia del valor del ser humano no es la suficiente para lavorar la vida de poder tender la mano a quienes mas lo nesecitamos porque hasta en las familias hay racismo discriminacion he inpotencia de los errores que cometemos ha diario.   

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    My frustration began sixteen years ago when I was kidnapped by my sister.  My sister had told my mother that she would let me come to this country because here she thought I would have a beter future, job and schooling.
    But when I arrived at her home everything changed.  My sister treated me as her servant.  I was forced to clean, cook and take care of her three children for the miserable salary of $100 a month.  I never said anything about it and neither did she.  She did not permit me to leave the home, she didn't give me keys and she always told me that if I were to leaver the house that immigration would pick me up.
    She would tell me that I was wasting her money, and she wouldn't stop reminding me that immigration could pick me up even putting the trash in the can out front.  I was very afraid to leave the home.  I didn't know that there existed adult school and I cried everyday wanting to go home but I had no money nor did I know how to get back.  One day I worked up the courage and took the three month old baby out for a walk, I walked until I reached the park.  At the park I met an old woman and I told her my story with eyes filled with tears.  She conforted me and told me not to worry that she was going to help.  I gave her my address and she was the one that gave me a job. 
     After many years I am still thakful to that woman with a good heart and thanks to her my life is different.  Now I know that discrimination exists even within families.

 

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