This is for my parents. At 22 they crossed the border into the U.S. and began their lives in a new country uncertain of what the future would bring but positive that this would be the best place to raise me. I never knew how much we struggled as a child, how my parents worked two and three jobs to make ends meet. I didn’t know because they worked so hard for years that by the time my siblings came along and I was old enough to realize things my parents were stable enough that my mom could stay home and care for us while my dad held down a stable job. After being granted DACA in 2012 I mirrored my parents work ethic and began working full time while taking classes full time and finally at 22 I graduated Nursing school. This is for everyone who tells me to go back to my country. For everyone who says I don’t belong here. For everyone who says I’m taking someone else’s job. For everyone who says I’m a rapist, murderer, criminal. You won’t know my story, but I’ll be at your bedside taking care of you at your worst moment, and I think you’ll be glad I’m still here.