Immigration is a topic that remains scarred and imprinted in my veins and in my heart. I came to the U.S when I was about 3 years old, without any say or decision to come or remain in the U.S. My parents told me about being undocumented when I was in High School. I quickly learned what that meant when I couldn't apply for a permit, couldn't work, and couldn't attend a University.
My parents came to the U.S in hopes for a better future for themselves, similar to most immigrants. My Aunt had promised to sponsor my parents, which didn't turn out so well due to a family fight. After about 5 years later, my parents were faced with an unfortunate truth when they went to a lawyer inquire about their case. My Aunt had closed the sponsorship case during the fight. My parents were young, naive and hopeless. It was around the September 11 attacks in 2001 when policies started to change and become stricter in being able to receive papers. Between the marriage difficulties they were having and discussing whether to stay or go back, it was finally time for me to finish high school.
Being undocumented made me feel hopeless, insecure and unworthy. While my peers all had choices in which college to go to and which car to drive, I was tied down in my decisions. Luckily during the time of being undocumented, I was able to attend a local community college. I was also lucky that my boyfriend and I got married in my early 20's, which helped me obtain my green card and became a citizen. By becoming a citizen, I was also able to apply for my parents. It was a difficult journey to have gone through that impacted myself and my family financially and mentally. Now, I am currently obtaining my masters in social work in hopes to help oppressed and minority groups. I hope to be able to see a change in the immigration reform so that other people do not have to live in fear and be able to live their lives fully.