My name is Paulina Mayagoitia, I am 23-years-old, and I was born in Aguascalientes, Mexico. When I was eight-years-old my mom had to leave Mexico because by then she was 38-years-old and unfortunately the office where she had worked at for years wanted someone younger. She struggled for what I remembered to be a year, working for people, having side jobs, and doing what she could to provide for me. She is a single mother and I am an only child; we are all we have. We moved to California in the year of 1998 and I loved it there, we got kicked out of the house we lived at and my mom had to walk around to look for a job and a home for us, she has always given me what I needed, not a lot but just enough. We found a cheap garage for rent in Long beach and every day we would get up at 4am to walk to the bus station to catch the 5am bus; I was in sixth grade. We would take three buses, and I would get on the school bus in Gardena , Ca. she then had to take another bus to get to her job. We did this for a whole year, everyday morning and evening, I never missed school and in the summer I stayed at a friends house while she walked alone. The place where we lived wasn’t the prettiest, or nicest, I remember always hearing sirens and helicopters above our house.
At the beginning of the school year we moved to Goshen, IN we didn’t have a place to live, no car, no job, no food. My mom has saved money and we used it to stay at a hotel and shortly after we got a one bedroom apartment. for nine months my mom struggled every day to get food, she would walk to every factory and apply but no one wanted to hire her. I remember one day I came home from school and there was a couple outside my house, they took me to the hospital where my mom was laying on a bed with all kinds of things attached to her; she had a stroke. I was thirteen years old and I had never been so scared in my life, the doctor said it was because she had been stressed and to take it easy.
I would never forget the day when my mom and a younger lady from below our apartments went job hunting; she was 23 and would come around all the time because she said my mom reminded her of her mom back in Mexico. They went job hunting, the filled out the application, and to their news they had one job opening, they told the younger girl to come inside for the interview and said “sorry, we only have one job opening” to my mom. The young girl looked at my mom and said “you go in, you have a daughter and I don’t” my mom passed the interview but her papers did not. I was so excited that we were going to have some money and stop suffering. Nine months later the same young girl got my mom a job interview and she got the job! she worked there for more then five years, making 7 hr and we were so blessed. A friend of hers told her about how they were hiring with her and my mom went, she got the job and two weeks later my mom was at the hospital because of an allergic reaction. I wasn’t mad she had to leave this job where she was making 10 an hour, I was scared for my mom, the woman who has always done everything for me. She got another job and in 2008, when I was out of high school we both got laid off, we struggled for a few months and I got a job serving at Bob Evans and my mom got a job at the factory that she would walk to everyday and would not hire her.
On January 15, 2012 my mom fell outside the house and had a compound fracture, she broke her leg in three different places. We didn’t know how bad it was until I seen the blood on her pant leg and on her shoes that I knew her poor bone was sticking out. We hurried to the hospital and she had to have surgery that same night, we were in there for a whole week. Thirteen screws, a long plate, lot of money in debt and her not being able to work for over a year and I am the one taking care of her. My mom has always done everything for me, she never dated until I was 18 and she took care of me, she raised me with love and care and now it is my turn to return the favor. I’ve always wanted to go to college, I was in honers and got good grades but financially we could never afford college. I started working a week after I graduated and been working since. I know I already have a job but I need a better paying job so I can stop asking to borrow money and to fit our needs. My dreams had to be put on the side because I cannot ask for a loan or because when I get my degree I cannot work. I know my story is not as bad as others, I know people have it worse, but all I want is to go to college and make my mom proud. All I want is to have a nice job so that she won’t have to go back to work, he leg is still broken and she keeps talking about wanting to go to a factory to help me with bills.