Growing up I saw all my siblings traveling to Mexico to visit my grandmother, but I was never invited. After years of asking to accompany my siblings, I was always given the same response, “No.” My whole life I believed that I was, like my siblings, an American Citizen. Near the end of my freshman year, I was sitting at my mom’s desk and next thing I know, my mom made me promise that I would love her and my dad unconditionally. At that point, I was worried that her next words would change my life as I know it. Unfortunately, they did. “Andres, you weren't born here, you were born in Mexicali,” she slowly said awaiting my reaction. She then proceeded to assure me that we are just waiting for my appointment to receive my Permanent Resident card.
