Roberto Lopez Rubin
I came from Cuba with three of my brothers. Emilio, Fernando, and Luis. Our parents were not able to leave and they stayed behind with my two younger brothers Tony and Carlos. We arrived in Miami and were taken directly to the Pater Pan Kendall facility where we stayed with a large amount of other kids who had also arrived without their parents.
I cannot remember how long we stayed there but soon afterwards we were picked up by my uncle and aunt. We began living with them in a one bedroom apartment in Little Havana along with their two kids, our cousins.
Shortly after, our father arrived with my two younger brothers but without my mother. He had no job or place to stay so he also stayed with my uncle and aunt.
A few weeks later may father took the older 4 of us in a bus to Jacksonville where we were sent to foster homes until my father found a job and settled in Miami. These were probably the worst times of the ordeal. The days seemed like months.
The people who's homes we stayed in where American people and were the nicest people you can imagine but I had been seperated from my brothers and the only thing I could think of is being with them. It was tough but we survived and eventually came back to Miami and reunited with my mother and brothers.
We were thrown out of apartments and lived 1 week here and 2 weeks there but we eventually settled in a place and it was very positive from that point on.