My Father

In my family, my father is the head of the household. He is the one that brings in most of the money, keeps everyone on track, and is the family clown. He has such an important role in our life. On February 9th, 2015 a day after my sister was released from the hospital, U.S Immigration and Customs Enforcement took my dad under arrest. We did not know that in the 5 minutes that he would step out of our home that he was never going to come back. Little did any of us know that that would be our last time being all-together as a family. The arrest and deportation of my father has affected my family emotionally, and financially.

The deportation of my dad was something that affected not only me, but also my entire family emotionally. This is not

When he got deported the first time I had to grow up and basically become a second mother to my siblings. Not only was my best friend taken away from me, but I also knew the responsibility that was about to be put on my shoulders because of this. Now, I really can’t enjoy my college years the way I wish I could have. My mother completely lost it when she heard the news about my dad. She had just overcome the fright of my sister’s diagnosis and now she had a whole different situation to stress over. This would mean that she would be the new head of the household and that I would have to help her pay for bills, something that she never wanted to ask me for. She now has the stress of having to be both a mother and a father to all four of her kids, and having to work overtime to make ends meet. There is times that my mom just wants to throw the towel and just give up on life, and she never used to be that way before. For my sister, she had just faced death face to face and she had grown closer to my dad cause he was the one that was attending to all of her needs. She was in shock that everything my family had gone through the weekend before this was not enough