Fighting For being An Illegal Migrant Student
My parents left Mexico in 1994, when I was two years old along with my youngest sister who was just only six months old baby. Both of my parents arrive to New York seeking " The American dreamed . " Hoping to scape from poverty and give us a better education. Thousands of immigrant people leave their home countries and start a new life generally coming in search of economic opportunity. The result of our parents bad decision, Young Children who were brought as a kid like me must suffer and face many struggles as an Illegal immigrant student in the United States. Two unforgettable memories that shaped my identity are my childhood school years and when both of my parents were abruptly cut out of my life.
Until this day, me and my sister can't recount how we arrive or say we are a real citizen from here because of our illegal alien's statues in the United States or nor from Mexico considering that we have no such memory where we come from. In my development as a child, I attended to several Public schools at the time when both of my parents were working hard to in order for them to gives us dissent life to me and my sister . We say proudly the pledge allegiance to our flag every morning in school. I graduate from Four different schools and made it to college .Me and my parents were happy about my achievements because I knew this is what both of my parents wanted us to have an education. After high-school graduation for undocumented students liked me , obtaining federal aid, state aid and most scholarships were unavailable to us and was nearly impossible. It has been difficult for me to find work as a graduate for the same reason that I don't have a social security number, that really limits my ability to do anything.
All my night mares started to appear when I turn fourteen years old. My surroundings, most of my class mates and friends had summer jobs, thinking to myself that it was...