I’m ashamed to say I was embarrassed of my own mother, the woman who gave up her own family and country to better myself, simply due to her resident status and the stereotypes associated with Hispanic women. She saw life through a selfless lens while I obviously did quite the opposite.
Ultimately at that point I choose to disenfranchise myself from my Hispanic roots and alienate myself from my undocumented mother. Being an undocumented immigrant my mother always hid behind the shadows, did her best to be invisible- all while trying her best to give me the opportunity to shine, which I wish I had known sooner. Nevertheless from then on out I was just like the other kids; middle class, from a nuclear household - normal just like them. I recall vividly lying about my mother trying my best to make her appear