In February 2005, my parents and I made the journey across the desert for 3 nights and 2 days to reach the United States-Mexico border. As expected, this experience was less than desirable as we faced a cold and fierce climate, but this voyage meant so much for my family- an opportunity at a different life. Most people that I would meet in the States didn’t undergo anything that paralleled this situation, and this memory is how I knew that I was undocumented.

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