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One of my best friends in high school’s parents are illegal immigrants. Her older brother was illegal as well.  She was the only one in her family born in the United States. I could tell they lived in fear, even when it came to her. They would only allow her out for certain circumstances, especially at night. In some ways she said she felt obligated to watch out for her family. She felt bad doing regular high school student things like football games or dances. There were so many fears that her parents had surrounding the fact that they did not have the papers to be here. One included that her mother hated driving and would avoid it at every cost, but wouldn’t even allow my friend to get a drivers license. This made it hard to get to school everyday. It really made me appreciate the easy life I have by not only having citizenship of my own, but that my entire family does as well.

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