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My life as a Mexican American is very hard. There are many things that I have to deal with that other Americans don't have to. I am a 14 year old Mexican American that lives on a farm in Los Angeles, with my mom and brother. I came to America in 1921 when I was 5 and I can to America with my mom dad and older brother, but last year my day was sent back to Mexico, i mis him dearly. Ever since the Great Depression happened the Mexican American population has become targets for discrimination. My father was asked to prove that he was a American citizen but he failed to show the correct paper so he was sent back to Mexico on a boxcar. About 6 months before my father was sent back there were huge dust bowls in the Midwest which caused a lot of people to come the west. The white farmers that also work on the farms with us get payed 5 dollars an hour and we make 75 cents an hour. i ask my mom why the pay is so different and she says its just the way the world is. My best friends family left last week and I was sad to see her go, but now she is traveling the highways in search of work. About a month ago 7 policemen came to the farm made every one show some form of indication that they were citizens, luckily my mom saw them coming and tuck me and my brother to the apple ochered thats about 2 1/2 miles away. My life write now is hard, scary, hungery, and sad but my mom keeps telling us that its going to get better soon but I don't know if I believe her.