One day this dream came true. At the age of 15, I left everything in my country, the Dominican Republic, to start a new life with my mother in the United States. I thought my life was going to be better than before because I listened to a lot of people say that "America is the land of opportunity." Two days after being with my mother, my dream became a nightmare. I felt happy to be with my mother, but the environment was too noisy, there were too many people around me with different cultures and languages ​​of which I didn't understand a single word. I felt stuck, like I was in a maze with no way out. I missed my grandparents. I cried day and night because I didn't understand anything at school. I felt less confident and more isolated. I just wanted to run and get away from this confusion I felt in this environment or if it was a dream I just wanted to wake up