I wasn’t legal. Why should I be helped? I had realized by that time how wrong it was to be in the country without permission. Yes, I had come to America to work hard and make a better life for my daughter and me, but it didn’t mean I could circumvent the rules. At the same time, how could I turn her kindness down, given the condition I was in? I smiled and thanked her profusely, and I thanked God for such a wonderful woman. It was one less thing to worry about—one less very big thing, at least for the moment.
