it’s March in 1997 and i am born in the island of Cuba.
i came with my mom to the United States when i was 6 years old. i am a daughter to a Cuban mother and a Mexican father who left everything they knew with only the clothes on their backs to come to a land where they only knew the words “yes” and “no”. as a family we built a new life from the ground up in hopes of getting the opportunities to be the people we couldn’t be in our own countries. in 1997 i was born in a country where the roads are almost as broken as the hope of the people. it is 2014 and today i got to hug and thank Barack Obama with tears in my eyes for everything he does in supporting immigration because of all the people like my family and i in foreign countries that have dreams of being doctors and professors and artists and of being bigger than the circumstances they are BORN in. it is 2014 and i am a Cuban Mexican proud American citizen. i look behind me and I see the White House, but i also see my parents and other immigrant families taking a last look at the home country. i look in front and see the president and his family. but i also see us-and the families to come- wiping the sweat off our brows, looking up, and thanking God that we made that choice. #immigrationreform #immigrationaction