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🐲 French and English, English Part

 "Write about languages, part 2."

Today is the turn of the third one of the family. English. The one I am using to do my essays, YouTube videos, and my less favorite language until I turned sixteen. 

   Let me give you more context. I was born in the northern part of Mexico, known as "Estados Unidos part 2" —the US part 2— my passion never was going to cross the border and live there because of the "Liberty," Hollywood, or being "perfect" worldwide. I continue, In 2012, my family and I traveled from Nuevo Leon to El Paso. Presumably, on a vacation trip, as you could guess, we were fooled by my parents. We were to stay in an office for days, signing papers over and over again—as a kid was catastrophic.

   Years later, my parents told me I became a US resident alongside my siblings and my mom. According to my older brother, I exaggerated the situation; we stood a maximum of seven hours in the complex. In my defense, I was little and naive. That occasion came by thanks to my father, who was a citizen already. However, at that time, I couldn't understand what that privilege was; therefore, I continued my life as usual. 

   I've been to the States a couple of times before, but never stayed enough time to say or feel like an American, although he recommended us to do so. I must acknowledge that my father had different plans, and he stood reckless and persistent with me for several years.

   Aware of the situation, but incapable of changing it. I started reading many books a month, several pages a day, many days per week. Nonetheless, that wasn't a real challenge because they were all in Spanish. So I started a Youtube channel with the main idea of giving French classes —I needed motivation from somewhere— and my English wasn't excellent to start the journey. Unfortunately, something happened in my six-teen-year-old mind, and I ended up making everything in Spanish.

I remember one particular day that I heard one song from—my current favorite musician—Eminem. Its name was When I'm Gone. We never had a television at home; however, my grandparents did. That sunny and vivid day, I watched the video alongside its Spanish lyrics while sitting on the couch. My mouth stood wide open when it finished. The number of feelings I felt with it was indescribable. It made me realize that "maybe" learning English could be a good idea, it has good songs. 

   Nowadays, I'm almost twenty-one, and I'm more conscious than before. Moreover, I discovered I had sufficient potential to do something meaningful in others' lives, so I started studying English with much energy, passion, and desire than before. Last year I understood that there was a great opportunity with my current papers, record, and situation in America to try something new. Thus, two weeks later, my brothers, parents, and I realized there was a real chance to become citizens next year. We took it.

   In January 2020, Elias, Jesus, and I became citizens of the United States officially. Saul, because of his age, couldn't do it. However, our language story will continue...

Onward...

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