Essay # 2 Biography.

SALOMON SANCHEZ
October 15, 2009
Composition # 2 Draft # 2
Biography
My name is Salomon Sanchez. I was born in Mexico City in 1989. My family and I decided to move from there when I was two years old because the rent was so high, so we moved to my mom’s house in Puebla, a state located two hours away where we were not obligated to pay rent. My family has always been divided in two because they don’t get along. My dad’s family all live in Mexico City and think they are in the high class with the best way of life and customs even when they don’t have enough money to support their lifestyles with luxuries. My mom’s family all live in Puebla Mexico, and have simple behavior , simple manners  but they have the necessary resources to buy and do whatever they want. When I turned six we moved to Mexico City again which is the economic, industrial and cultural center city of country with huge population, making it the second largest metropolitan area in the Americas and the third largest in the world. The city was originally built as Tenochtitlan by Aztecs in 1325 on an island of lake Texcoco better called “ The city of palaces."
My family is really big. From my dad side I have 6 members including my only grandma. And from my mom’s side I have 53 members. But in my family there are just seven of us, my mom, dad, two sons Rodolfo and I, and three girls, Anahi, Alejandra and Brenda. I get along very well with every person in my family but this is not like a magic story. In which you can see the perfect family. From the time I was two until when i turned six; I just have memories about my parents fighting discussing my dad’s vices or why he didn’t spend time at home with us instead of going out with his friends. Or about money or why another people looked at my dad with another woman. When I was child I didn’t  see the importance of that kind of problems but when I grow up that really pissed me off. Tired of all that my parents decided come to New York in 1995 for a better life and they left my three sisters and me in charge of my grandmother in the Mexico City where I first met my dad’s sister Claudia the person who later turned into my nightmare for the next 9 years. I think she is about her forties right now, materialistic, ambitious, selfish. In one word: witch. When she needed money she called to my parents to say that we wanted to go to the movie theater or any excuse that came to her mind and of course she got it. “Don’t do this, don’t do that” I heard these words a millions of times. If any of us did something wrong we get a punishment. If I said a bad word, I got a punished and a very laud screaming and guess what? That never happened with her sons Eytan and Itzel ; no punishment no nothing. I still remember when my cousin Eytan and I sneaked out of the house to play foot ball. We were playing when suddenly he felt down, dislocating his right arm. Trying to help, I went in to the house to tell his mom about what had happened and she ran out, but I stay in. So when she came I looked at her really angrily walking toward me. She took my arm and slapped me really hard even when I explained her it was not my fault . After that she locked me at the bathroom for three hours she said that she wouldn't let me get out until I apologized for what had been happened. I cried until I fell asleep and she took me out of the bathroom. Every time  she struck me I had one of my siblings  consoling me. Most of the time it was Alejandra. She is really sweet, good sense of humor, and one year younger than me, but the must remarkable moments were that she always had a hug for me when a wrong situation happened me. And that finally came to an end when I moved to my mom's house when I was 15 in 2004 because my mom came back from New York 9 years after she left us.
My mom’s house is located right in the corner of a block, two floors, angled ceiling. The floor is flat and shiny with brown color and wood shape, white walls inside of the house, 1 green bathroom and 3 bedrooms upstairs, 3 bedrooms 2 bathrooms 1 living room downstairs backyard with our kitchen room in one of the corners. In front of it we have the garage and my mom's car into it, in the other corner we have a big dog's house because we have 2 dogs one of them is Labrador and the other is golden retriever to protect us at night, my room was upstairs , glass and short table in the middle, closet, flat big television near to the one of the walls, my bed, white curtains in the two windows and the rest of space in the walls I had at least 7 diplomas because I was one of the best students since high school. Outside the house looks big house but with a brick wall looking with two trees out of the door garage. In the lateral second house's exit, it is a small neighborhood constituted most of the people for our family even my two neighbors were my uncles. One of those has five sons and the other uncle, who just died 15 days ago, has two. Fun situations happened there like when some of my cousins wanted to see me they used to jump the wall like monkeys instead of going out of their respective houses and knocking on the door, waiting for someone to open it. Every mom's birthday when all the members of my family went to my house to spend time together, eat cake and talk about funny events.
I remember my mom and think about how she got a lot of money by herself and my dad got nothing? well, she worked hard while she was here in New York also in Mexico, all the time busy and trying to be the perfect mom, working for us. That is the reason why I considered her the most important person in my life. Since I left my house two years ago, I just call her expecting she is OK in all aspects. She has changed my life a lot making me feel mentally strong, always taking the right way like working hard, studying, saving money, and never giving up to become a good for nothing. I lived with my mom just three years from 2005 to 2008 because I decided to come to New York. Some minutes before I took the airplane my sisters were crying because they didn't want me to leave. When I hugged my mom she told me, " I will not cry for you because I trust that you have a big future expecting you and I also trust you will find it anywhere you go. " then I took the airplane. My first day sleeping in my dad's apartment in Brooklyn, I felt weird. I did not know anybody. I had to go out with my dad  every time I wanted to get some food from the store and for the next one year he had to care for me until I moved to my brother's apartment. I live with my brother one of my cousins and one unknown guy. Now study during the morning at LGCC Monday to Friday and I have a part time job working Thursday to Sunday in a restaurant which isn't bad, but I don't like I still thinking about finding a job like my brother as bartender. I know that is going to take me some time but I’ll be patient.
I think is really difficult to decide what you are going to be in your future, but I have some choices. First begin the college next February. I would like to study criminal justice but I know I need to save money to afford it. So I’m thinking about getting another part time job or getting one better than I have right now. Second, working full time to save as much money as I can to  save for business and after some years get out of here as long as I have done my goals with success. And the last choice is move to Alabama or Miami next June with some of my friends who already live there, get a job  and continue studying college. One thing is sure: I don't know where I’m going to be in the next 6 months and I don't even know where I’m going to be in the next 10 minutes, but I do know I will try to do my best every second to get what I want.