I was taken to the US unwillingly by my mother when I was 9 years old. Grew up in the US, went to school and pledged alliegience to a flag that was not my own.
I learned the language fast, and also learned to love the US and it’s people from all different nationalities, religions, and backgrounds….
when I turned 27 I was deported for the crime of being in the country illegally. The judge failed to see that I was to young to know that at the time when I was forced by my mom to go to the US, I did not know that I, or she was commiting a crime. Now I’ve been living here in Mexico for over four years and still find it hard to adapt. My mother still lives in the US in Colorado by herself. I haven’t seen her in 5 years, and the last time I seen her, she was outside my cell, and I could see her through the small window, in her parked car, with her head on the steering wheel crying over the injustice that was done to me.
Sometimes I have nightmares about the whole experience, and the time I spent in 6 different county Jails surrounded by true criminals, as I fought my case encouraged by my lawyer who just wanted more and more money ‘til I was broke and still deported.
I wish sometimes I could be with my old family and friends that I grew up with, but that’s the systems fault… Right?? and who’s behind the system?? Like we don’t know….