I just watched #Documented and I’ve never cried so much during a movie. Thank you for sharing your journey.
I came on a visitors visa in 1990 when I was 10 and my family overstayed. 24 years later, I am still here. My mother and brother were deported in 2002 and my family’s been broken ever since. I too, at a loss for having to justify my relationship with my mother (and brother)…it’s like we’re strangers. I used to struggle with my conscience and the philosophy of people who mourn over deceased loved ones and would give anything just to hold them again…and here I was….was I being selfish? My other is alive. I CAN hold her again. But the picture is so much bigger than that isn’t it? I too struggle with the usual naive questions of why don’t I just get legal? They make it sound easy, as if you’re not trying hard enough. Fuck, I’ve been living like this for over half of my life. Don’t you think I’ve explored all my options? I too travel with my Philippine consulate issued passport dreaming to only one day travel/vacation overseas. I too missed the DACA cutoff … I’m a year too old. I too am an American.