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

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

Scared and confused, I pedaled home and confronted Lolo. I remember him sitting within the garage, cutting coupons. I dropped my bike and ran up to him, showing him the green card. “Peke ba ito?” I inquired in Tagalog. (“Is this fake?”) My grandparents were naturalized American citizens — he worked as a security guard, she as a food server — plus they had begun supporting my mother and me financially once I was 3, after my father’s wandering eye and inability to correctly provide for us resulted in my parents’ separation. Continue reading “My entire life as an immigrant that is undocumentedby JOSE ANTONIO VARGAS JUNE 22, 2011”