It all started when my family and I were runing out of opcions, we had lost are jobs in Mexico. We were wondering what we would do for our family.
So we had finaly thought of something it was to move. We had move to California. The time had come were ready to start a new life and job. As we were moving my sister had catch the cold. We tried to do our best to heal it but she was still sick.
When we arive wehad found out she was dead. We were deprest. But now we had to focus on our work.
We were so lucky we had found jobs. We had started working everything was goin fine, until my mother had gottan villey fever. We barley had enough money to take her to the docto. The valley fever was to hard and the doctor tried there best to cure it.
There she was trying to rest, as I look at her, her eyes was started to close. The doctor checked her the result was she was dead.
It was all so sad we had lost my sister and mother. Now it was all up to my father and me.
By the next three months we had enough money for our food. My dad had build us a little house made out of wood. That's how the rest of our lives got to be.
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