{"componentChunkName":"component---src-templates-story-js","path":"/story/why-did-i-move-a/","result":{"pageContext":{"data":{"id":"-9eea1006-3ed1-5efb-8dd1-ddf5dfd79fe3","authorFirstName":"Alan ","storyTitle":"Why Did I Move Here?","photo":{"asset":{"url":"https://cdn.sanity.io/images/nr9digz2/production/70d9365c45cb017661d662747f8bd4cdd295261e-945x707.png"}},"audio":{"asset":{"url":"https://cdn.sanity.io/files/nr9digz2/production/3761a3d3ca68d4e3f1f9784a888775ffe190f555.m4a"}},"secondLanguageAudio":null,"school":{"name":"Lynn Classical High School","city":"Lynn","location":"Massachusetts"},"tags":["Migration","Family","Community","Loneliness, Doubt or Loss"],"_rawText":[{"_key":"05044b1fbd83","_type":"block","children":[{"_key":"e0a0e6b6ab05","_type":"span","marks":[],"text":"My story begins when I was born on March 11th, 2006 in Guatemala.\nI lived with my brother Ricardo and my mother Beatriz. We lived in Guatemala City. Not long after my birth, my mother decided to immigrate to the United States to look for a better future for us, leaving us in the care of my aunt and her daughters and sons. My mother returned a few months later to be able to celebrate my 1st birthday. After my birthday, my mother decided to emigrate to the United States, leaving me and my brother with my aunt and cousins once again."}],"markDefs":[],"style":"normal"},{"_key":"cc3c4194215f","_type":"block","children":[{"_key":"db0294e93c850","_type":"span","marks":[],"text":"When I was 1, I accidentally suffered a burn on several parts of my body.\nI was in the hospital in intensive care for a long time. My aunt, who is also\na mother to me, did the best that she could to take care of me. When my\nmother found out what had happened to me she thought about returning\nto take care of me but after knowing that I was recovering she made the\ndecision to stay to continue working to give us a better life. Eventually, we\nmoved to San Marcos. I never imagined living there since I knew of it and I didn't like it. My brothers and I were scared because things there in the\nnew place were totally different. This meant leaving my friends and starting\nto meet new people in a place that was too different for me. At night I was\nafraid to go out because everything was different and it was scary at first.\nMy brothers and I cried every night and asked, “Why did we move here?!\nWhy!?” We never got an answer. "}],"markDefs":[],"style":"normal"},{"_key":"e550ad59e93e","_type":"block","children":[{"_key":"d319e79e24680","_type":"span","marks":[],"text":"Later, as time went by, I understood the reality of why we moved to San\nMarcos, and I understood the good that it meant to have moved to another\nplace and to be able to understand and know more of my family. After 8\nyears, when I was 16, I decided to emigrate to the United States to be with\nmy mother and my youngest brother who had moved there with my mother\nsome time before me. Knowing that I would leave my family with whom I\nhad grown up with to be able to see my mother for the first time in so long\nwas exciting, but scary. When I arrived in the United States and looked at\nmy mother for the first time in 16 years, it felt different to have a hug from\nher. I had so many feelings, a lot of which are still hard to describe. I felt\nsafer being able to be with my mother and live with her here in the U.S. For\nme, being with my mom again made me feel different. Those of you who\ndon’t have to experience living apart from the woman who brought you into\nthis world may not understand what it’s like. There is a feeling of newness,\nof change, and of growth. So many feelings of happiness of seeing my mom\nagain and finally getting a hug and the somber ones of recovering some of the lost moments I had in my childhood and spending time with my brother, were all overwhelming.\n\nBut it is here that I live with them now and continue to grow in strength and\nin family. Sixteen years is a long time to be away from someone you love and\nhold close to your heart. There are a lot of us out there, immigrant children,\nwho experience the loneliness of a life in separation from their parents and\nonly a few of us who get to experience being together again."}],"markDefs":[],"style":"normal"}]}}},"staticQueryHashes":["3309388390","890781507"]}