I knocked on the door at my parents’ home. My dad peeked out the window. Seeing it was me, he apologized. “Sorry, pero tengo que verificar quién es porque ya sabes cómo están las cosas.” (Sorry, but I have to verify who’s knocking because, well, you know how things are.)
His words made me feel proud that he remembered his rights. And heartbroken, since no one should feel unsafe in their home.
I arrived in the United States at the age of 9. As an undocumented Los Angeles County resident of over 20 years, I’ve completed a master’s degree and co-founded a marketing agency. I’m chasing my dreams as well as my parents’, to have a better future…