Immgration and my Parents
Immigration has brought fear to my family’s eyes for years. Both of my parents immigrated separately to Los Angeles California at the age of 18, in 1989. When my parents began in Los Angeles, all they had in mind was work, to be able to send money back home and education, to learn English. In seeking a better education, my parents met in school and dated for a few years, eventually deciding to get married. They returned home to Mexico for their marriage and were married in my father’s home town of Guadalajara, Mexico. After this time of celebration, in 1993, my parents embarked on a journey back into the desert to reach California.
In their travels, my father was captured half way from their trip by an immigration truck. He was incarcerated for a day in San Clemente. The next day he was sent back to Guadalajara, Mexico. My mother luckily made it to the United States safe with help of the coyote. The same coyote eventually helped my father return to California to my mother. It goes to prove that it wasn’t hard to go back and try; immigration wasn’t as strict as it is now.
In 1995, my parents had their first born in the United States, granting him citizenship. The child was a boy, and since the child was their first born and had never seen his family from Mexico, my parents decided to take a trip back home. In 1998, the trip was made. The child boarded a plane with a relative from Los Angeles and my parents ran the risk of getting caught again. Both made it back home safe and were proud to introduce their first born. Sadly, this was their last visit home.
Since the last visit to Mexico in 1998, my parents haven’t gone back. The risk of getting caught was high and they didn’t want their son to live in Mexico. My parents wanted to give him a better life. Immigration security has escalated since and they decided to settle.
My father hasn’t seen his parents for 20 years.
However, my mother’s parents had the luxury of having visas, but due to their illness, they haven’t them for five years. In these hard times, all my parents hope is that Congress will pass a bill that grants curtain immigrates passports.