13/06/2025
| am the daughter of immigrants.
I am here because of them — because they left everything they knew behind. I am here because they walked away from comfort to build a life from scratch, so I could have one they never had. I am here because they never let me give up. I am a proud daughter of immigrants. My parents came to this country with nothing, and still gave me everything. Their sacrifices are the reason I have privilege. Because of them, I can dream. Because of them, I can see the world. And I will never stop fighting - for them, and for my people.
No human being is illegal.
This is personal. I am the product of two brave, hardworking immigrants who left their home in hopes of a better life. They gave up so much, so I could have opportunities they were never given. And my heart aches for my people - for families torn apart, for children living in fear, for human beings treated as less than.
Just because it isn't your struggle doesn't mean it isn't real.
Don't look away. Don't stay silent.
This is about our community. Our people. Be a voice for those who can't speak up. We need each other.
As a DACA recipient, I feel a mixture of gratitude and fear. I am deeply moved when I see others standing up, speaking out, marching for people like me - people who want to fight but can't. You give me hope. You make me feel seen. Thank you. But it's also exhausting - mentally, emotionally, spiritually. I pray every single day for all of us. We are not criminals. We are human beings. We deserve to be heard. We belong. I am a DACA recipient - unable to vote, brought here at the age of four, raised in constant fear of deportation. I am safe, but I never know for how long. So, I will keep going. I will keep learning. I will keep pushing forward. Because even in these dark times, I carry their light.
I am the daughter of immigrants.
