My family is sturdy, yet they are genuine people that do not believe in dreams. To my parents, writing this essay is a waste of time because their belief is that, “A Mexican immigrant like myself has no place in a country like this.” They believe that my illegal status is enough to stop me from succeeding in the “land of the immigrants”. They have the mentality in where they believe that indigenous people that can never progress in society.
The environment I was raised in was one that had its pros and cons. Pros, I was raised to be generous, have mercy, and give… even if I did not receive anything in return. Cons, I was raised in a setting where fight against what was wrong was not advocated and where I could never mess with the “elites”. These elites are people who are 100% American citizens who, according to my parents, “Had all the right to mandate us and makes us fear