DACA and what it means to me

*disclaimer when I was typing this I was a crying mess it might not make sense. It might also not flow together and just sound like a bunch of random thought but this is my story as a DACA recipient.

I am a DACA recipient. I was brought to the U.S. when I was a year and a half old. I’m not sure if I was brought here illegally or legally and then overstayed my visa. I never asked my parents about it. Hell I didn’t even know I was an illegal immigrant until I asked my parents why we never went to visit our family in Mexico and my we never left the state or hell even the county.

I lived in constant fear of being deported when I found out I was an illegal immigrant. The city that I grew up in had ICE raids almost every day for a couple of years. And then they stopped.

It was hard being a teenager and having to hide this huge secret that you never asked for. It’s difficult having to explain to your friends why at the age of 16 and 17 you don’t have your drivers license and weren’t going to get it any time soon. It was also hard to explain to them why you would turn down acceptances to so great universities because you don’t qualify for FAFSA or any kind of financial aid. Why you are going to a community college when you had a great GPA and good SAT/ACT scores. Why you didn’t apply for any scholarships because the all require you to be a U.S. citizen.

Living in constant fear because now you are going to lose the only thing that made you feel safe. The one thing that allowed you to have a good paying job. The reason why you don’t have to pay out of state tuition at school.

The U.S. has been my home for 19 years. English is my primary language it might have not been the first one I learned but it’s the one I speak the best and the one I am most comfortable with. To even think about going to Mexico makes me nervous. What am I going to do there?

Teens and adult like me didn’t ask to be in this position. Us DACA recipients are either attending school or have a job. We pay our taxes and every time we renew our permits we have to go through another background check. We are just people who want to make a decent living and make a difference in this country a country that has been out home for as long as most of us can remember. I mean how may 20 year olds do you know that have already have had to have 3 backgrounds check just to prove that they deserve to be able to have a decent job and further their education.

Less then a month ago, I went to my lawyer to renew my DACA. I paid almost a grand for both my legal fees and application fees. Money that I won’t get back if DACA get terminated. And now I have to wait and hear what Trumps official decision on DACA but I’m sure we all know that he’s going to end it. And with that end my dreams of ever being able to finish my education.

So please show some compassion and call your local senator and congressman. Telling not to end DACA and show your support to people like me who just want to live a normal life with out fear of being deported to a country that is foreign to them.

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