“Get out of the car. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can be used against you in a court of law...” Completely frozen on the floor of my parent’s old navy blue van, all I could think of was the sirens wailing in the background and the familiar lavender aroma that consumed the entire car. My mother always insisted that lavender was the smell of happiness but in that moment, it was the complete opposite.
“Por favor señor tengo mis hijos en el caro,” my mom's voice shook with worry as she tried to explain that we were in the car, but unable to understand, the officer continued to grab my mom’s wrists and handcuff her as my siblings and I were watching. Forever engraved in my memory is the terrified look in my mom’s small brown, almond, shaped eyes.
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She showered us hugs and kisses and by the end of the day I had lost track of how many times she said she loved us, it was like a dream I didn’t want to wake up from. But like every human being my mom was not perfect.
As a student in kindergarten the word immigration was yet to be added into my vocabulary. Slowly I began to put the pieces together. After my mom’s arrest, my life consisted of various offices and courts. Psychologists and lawyers continually asked questions because the overall goal was to demonstrate that my mom was worthy of being a US resident. The word deportation had also become a part of my vocabulary. Fear of the unknown terrified me because a little girl should never have to worry about her mom being taken away from her.
Five years later, I found my mom outside on our porch sobbing like a young child. Her body language reflected disappointment and insecurity. Completely terrified I avoided asking my mother what was wrong, but like usual my dad knew just the right words to both ask and comfort my
“Por favor señor tengo mis hijos en el caro,” my mom's voice shook with worry as she tried to explain that we were in the car, but unable to understand, the officer continued to grab my mom’s wrists and handcuff her as my siblings and I were watching. Forever engraved in my memory is the terrified look in my mom’s small brown, almond, shaped eyes.
Four …show more content…
She showered us hugs and kisses and by the end of the day I had lost track of how many times she said she loved us, it was like a dream I didn’t want to wake up from. But like every human being my mom was not perfect.
As a student in kindergarten the word immigration was yet to be added into my vocabulary. Slowly I began to put the pieces together. After my mom’s arrest, my life consisted of various offices and courts. Psychologists and lawyers continually asked questions because the overall goal was to demonstrate that my mom was worthy of being a US resident. The word deportation had also become a part of my vocabulary. Fear of the unknown terrified me because a little girl should never have to worry about her mom being taken away from her.
Five years later, I found my mom outside on our porch sobbing like a young child. Her body language reflected disappointment and insecurity. Completely terrified I avoided asking my mother what was wrong, but like usual my dad knew just the right words to both ask and comfort my