The Undocumented Americans (One World Essentials)

by Karla Cornejo Villavicencio

Because the antithesis of an American is an immigrant and because we could not be victims in the public eye, we became suspects.

I would frantically tell everyone that there was no such thing as the American Dream but then some all-star immigrants around me who had done things “the right way” preached a different story and Americans ate that up.

So when Theodoro tells me he gives his own rations of filtered water to the dogs, I feel like dying, but the kind of death that rebirths you into something less painful, like a tree, a tree like him.

BRO :(