Why My Mexican Mom Is No Less American Than A U.S. Citizen
My mother is not an American citizen. Crossing the border at age 28, my mother drove in the back of a van on a hot summer's day through the slopes and ditches of Guadalajara, Jalisco to San Antonio. Finding love and marrying a strong, Mexican man, my mother raised three children with a pot of beans and an American flag. Yes, that was me. I am the first in my family to be called an American, a citizen, a privileged child. However, that means nothing if I do not take advantage of it.