In Their Eyes

Immigration and child labor was a huge struggle when the United States had first come about. Children worked sometimes from ages four and up. People from all over had immigrated to the states and many of them were poverty stricken. They had barely enough money to put food on the table let alone keep a roof over their heads. This was an extremely large struggle for many.

Everyone has gone through one struggle or another in his or her lifetime. They just learn to hold their heads high and not let it get to the best of them. But sometimes it will get to the best of you. And this is the point from where you grow from. I have been in and out of doctors' offices and even hospitals for depression. Like many of these immigrants who have struggled to get where they got, I myself feel that is what I had to go through to be where I am today.

Children who had to work really never had a smile on. But they stuck through it all because they knew there would be a rewarding outcome, even if it was only 40 cents. Working day in and day out for that little piece of happiness. I believe that everyone grows stronger and learns from the hardest times of your life. I myself know that taking medications everyday is not fun. But its something that I know I can gain from. Not only do I take them for myself, but I take them for my family and friends as well. When I suffer, they suffer. The family of immigrants with hardly any money had all suffered when there was no work and no intake. It was something they just had to keep up with in order to survive. Taking medications is something I have to keep up with to survive or at least to survive happily.

There is a picture of a mother and a daughter sitting on a bench that reminds me much of my own mother and I. The mother is holding the little girl. The girl has fright and sorrow in her eyes but her mother's arms comfort her. I look to my mom for the most help. She is always there with open arms when I'm upset or worried. I was in the hospital for two weeks and everyday I was petrified that I would never get through this stage. This was until my mom would come and visit me and tell me I was going to be alright and things would be fine. Being in the hospital was by far the scariest thing I have ever been through. I am so lucky to have a mother there to relieve my fears. I feel bad for those children who didn't have anyone to turn to after working long hours. I sometimes wonder if any of them