I immigrated to the U.S when I was nine years old.  My father came here before us two years prior, and we came to join him and like all immigrants, for a better life. Life here was to me very easy to adjust; as soon as I stepped into my Massachusetts I feel in love with the place— the apartment I lived in, my school, my teachers etc.   With that after the first day of school, my father told me in a very serious voice, “You can’t tell anyone we’re illegal, because we might be deported”. He explained to me what “Illegal” was and I understood it very well. I learned english pretty quickly. I’d say 8...