I'm not his mother, and as much as I love him, I'm told a mother's love is unmatched. Even so, the thought of being separated from him shakes me to the core and fills me with a hollow sadness.
I can't imagine how it feels to be apart from your child.
Someone I know and love very much is an "illegal immigrant" and although she's lived here for years & has had some children here, her oldest is still in her homeland. She couldn't bring him when she came north.
What's the moral thing to do? I asked my dad what the penalty of "smuggling" an "illegal immigrant" was, and he told me for him, a resident, it's prison for 30 years. I asked for myself, a citizen; he replied, "it's not worth the risk." But I couldn't get it out of my mind. Isn't it?
My dad said they could bring their son over legally, but it was very expensive. "How expensive?" He shook his head and replied, "it's impossible."
I don't know how I'm supposed to go about my day knowing someone lives with a pain like that, haunting everything they do.
Situations like this motivate me further to fulfill my dream of changing the immigration policies in the United States. These stories propel me to exceed in school and excel in law school so I can make a difference. People always ask me how I think I'm going to change the laws, or what my goal is. I finally identified it, "to unite families, foreign and domestic."
My religion's core is based on families, and although I know the scriptures say to obey the law of the land, isn't family the most important thing we acquire in this life?
My heart is broken, but my drive is ignited.
