I am proud to come from a family of undocumented parents. Growing up I always had less than everyone else, but I was more than happy with what little things I had. To make ends meet, my dad sold drugs and was eventually caught. One day, my home got swatted by about 20 officers and arrested my dad. I was confused, sad and mostly mad about the actions my dad took. We barely had enough money to pay his bail and on top of that my mom was 8 months pregnant with my sister. We ended up paying hundreds of dollars a month to pay the actions that my dad had done. I feared of losing my dad to homeland security. I tried my hardest to make sure that did not affect my schooling. Throughout this time I always thought about as two steps forward and one step
