I grew up in the Dominican Republic and immigrated to the United States at the age of 12 to live with my parental family. I've had so many bad experiences that make me wonder what I could have studied in college. The whole time I was telling myself that I would make sure other kids didn't go through what I went through. All my experiences have also helped me to be independent. All my struggles; weeks without sleep, being neglected by my own family have made me a stronger person. I remember during my freshman year of high school I started getting sick and my dad didn't care; the only thing he cared about was if I cooked, washed clothes and did everything around the house. Having so much pressure at such a young age made me sick. I remember when I went to the doctor I lied because I didn't want to get my father in trouble, I kept everything to myself. At the age of 16 and a half I didn't want to keep screaming if I didn't wash my other brothers and sisters' clothes or cook for them. I started sleeping over at friends' houses until I moved away to college. My father didn't care where I was or if I was sleeping on the street. He never called the police because he knew the state would start investigating why I didn't want to be in my house. These are some of the reasons why I want to work as a social worker, I feel that I will be able to help children who are going through or have gone through a difficult time