The Birth

My parents continued with their lives, living normally and enjoying their new home while awaiting the birth of their first born. My parents were more than excited to be having the perfect life they had always been wanting. The only downside to their new life was that they were always looking over their shoulders because they never knew if the immigration was ever going to find them and deport them. I was born on February 18, 1985 in Tampa, Florida. Now that they had a baby on American soil, who is now considered to be American due to the Fourteenth Amendment made in 1868, my parents felt safe. Although they did not plan to have me and their motives to have me were not so that they will be able to stay in America, I made them feel as if they were exempted from deportation. They were wrong.