Arrested and Abandoned

Early one morning, I was lying in bed and my mother frantically shook me out of my sleep. She was so worried, telling me to get dressed because "la migra is here." "La migra" is slang for "the immigration" in Spanish. I got dressed, as i was told to do, and walked out into the living room to see my mother and father in handcuffs and surrounded by federal agents. They explained to me that my parents were being deported back to Colombia. I did nothing but burst into tears and beg them not to take my parents away from me. I was only 13-years-old. Where was I going to go? Who was going to look after me? I had no idea, and I was very afraid. They assured me that I would be fine and that I would have a place to go. I was taken to the immigration office where I was questioned and not even an hour later I was taken to a foster home. I was in an unusual place living with people I did not know. I did not like the life that was suddenly given to me and I felt abandoned.