Kids of Deportees are growing up Broken!

 

By now it has been 6 weeks since I arrived in Mexico.  Although I feel blessed to live in a part of Mexico where people are so nice and kind and there is no crime as some other parts of Mexico. My deportation still hurts a lot because I see and feel the pain that my deportation has caused my family, especially my kids. We have not completely digested what happened to me. I guess I am still in shock. One of the reasons is because before this administration took over, my deportation officer kept assuring me that I had nothing to worry about since I had no criminal record, therefore I was not a priority. That as long I kept reporting to them once a year and complying with everything they said I would be okay. So, I did exactly that, including asking a Congressman to write a private bill exclusively for me. So, the questions are, when did I become a priority?  The answer is when this administration took over. Prior administrations deported people all the time I know. But the majority were people with prior criminal records. This administration has and is continuing to deport people like me.

Last night my daughter asked me. “Mom why they are punishing Americans for a crime that we did not commit?” I said to her what do you mean? She said. I am an American, my dad is an American. Some of the kids that go to my school after their dad got deported are American. The people that write you to tell you their story have kids and they are American right? I said yes. The US is punishing us by deporting our fathers and mothers and tearing our families apart. We are growing up broken, we all break. And we will be broken till we get together again!! Yes, she is right. I am broken, she is growing up broken. My sixteen-year-old in Florida is growing up broken I know, I can feel it. She is missing me a lot.  All those kids that their fathers or mothers got deported are growing up broken. Why? because they know their parents are good people. My nine year old made me realized something that I did not want to see.  All of us are broken and will be continue to be broken until we get reunited with our families again!!

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Finding Hope

I never thought that I could survive being deported and being away from my oldest daughter.  It turns out you are stronger than you may think.  The pain that my deportation caused me is unbearable because not only did I lose the country that I lived in for more than half of my life, but the thought of being away from my daughter, husband, and dog fills my broken heart with tremendous sadness and despair.

Why despair?  Because the U.S. banned my entrance for life.  Meaning that I will never be able to go back to the U.S.  I will never be able to attend my daughter’s high school graduation, college graduation, or wedding.  I have to come to terms with the idea that I have to start building my life here in Mexico.

It’s very hard! Because of the people that I loved the most are there.  In the U.S., with hard work and perseverance, I was able to accomplish the American Dream, my house and a family.  Now, that has all been taken away. I’m trying to find the strength to start over, the strength to have hope after deportation. While finding healing and strength, I have decided to go to law school here in Mexico. A dream that I could never accomplish in the US. If you would like to support me.

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