It was June of 1989, when my father held me in his arms while attempting to cross the border illegally into the United States. I was only three years old. Hoping to give me and my siblings a brighter future he left his country behind, aiming for the American Dream. My parents who had already crossed the border once when I was only four months old. I was left with my grandparents, who took responsibility over me. Since then, trying to fit into this country has been one of the most difficult battles I have fought. With that being said, I will explain why this country should have a fair immigration reform and allow all illegal immigrants who are not criminals to obtain
