"During my sophomore year in high school, I realized that I was “undocumented.” I was used to supporting myself and my family, but suddenly there seemed so many things I could not do. I had been on the honor roll in high school and intermediate school, but when it was time to apply for college, it hit me that I couldn’t apply for financial aid because I didn’t have a social security number. I enrolled in community college and kept working to pay the bills, but my parents and younger sisters needed the money I was earning, too. After almost two years of college, I decided my family needed it more. I had to leave school, and I started working in restaurants.
I share my story in hopes that in the future, myself and others in my position will not feel trapped by our circumstances, and the future will offer us many more possibilities and choices…”
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