My Life as an immigrant that is undocumentedby JOSE ANTONIO VARGAS JUNE 22, 2011

My Life as an immigrant that is undocumentedby JOSE ANTONIO VARGAS JUNE 22, 2011

Confused and scared, I pedaled home and confronted Lolo. From the him sitting in the garage, cutting coupons. I dropped my bike and ran over to him, showing him the green card. “Peke ba ito?” I asked in Tagalog. (“Is this fake?”) My grandparents http://essay-writer.com/ were naturalized American citizens as a food server — and they had begun supporting my mother and me financially when I was 3, after my father’s wandering eye and inability to properly provide for us led to my parents’ separation— he worked as a security guard, she.

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