My mother would usually recite the statement, "Ya mero Mija". My parents began the visa renovation process to accompany the hardships that life would bring when coming to unrecognized soil. They thought the process would last a couple of months. However, it was evident that my nightmare wouldn't be over when the government hadn't processed their visas in a year. One year turned into two and then plenty. My parents' loss of crossing the international border prolonged the agony of studying here in the United States. I had to start exploring the world all on my own. My life had begun to change.
Every morning I would sprint across the freezing floor to stop my alarm and begin the difficult day once more.My father would drop me off “en el Puente” on his way to work in the maquiladoras at four in the morning. For the rest of the day, I was on my own. I would depart from the known soil of Mexico to the United States the moment I proved U.S. citizenship at the border.
I would ride the public Bus to school, constantly worrying that I wouldn't miss the right stop. My peers constantly would say, "WOW!" "Pobrecita, Let us know if you need anything." I would stare back with a fake smile plastered on my face, "Aww, I'm good. Thank you" Although deep down inside, I knew I was a cardboard cake. Presented with pretty and lavish frosting on the outside, covering up the hard and hollow feelings I had within. The frosting, however, was good enough to keep others from trying to figure out the flavor of the cake. I usually felt oppressed to share my feelings because imposter syndrome would kick in. How could I, a Mexican girl, blend into American culture?
Basketball was my answer. My first high school district home game was coming up, and I called my mom for her to give me la bendicion. During the call, I asked her if she had any updates on her Visa, and the answer was, "Ya mero Mija." Once, my teammate asked me where my family was, and all I said was they were coming soon, "ya mero." That moment was when I knew I had to find a support system here in the U.S. I began forming friendships with my school friends, coaches, and counselors. They offered rides to el Puente, went to dinners, and invited me to events this made me feel comfortable. They became my American family.
On December ninth, minutes before my basketball game began, I received a call from my mom. I answered with a quivering voice when I suddenly heard a burst of excitement. "ALEXA APPROVARON NUESTRAS VISAS." That moment changed my perspective on how finding my way through life independently had a positive outcome. The long wait of being alone in cold winters, basketball games, and bus rides was finally over. The "Ya Mero" had ended.
Now, my Parents and I have a home in El Paso, making it much easier to attend school and extracurricular events. However, the most rewarding outcome has been being able to see my parents. Reflecting on the moments I was on my own, it has become evident that the experiences have helped me grow my personality. I learned to be patient and not always dwell on situations out of my control. Instead, I focus on what I can control and lead those events with pride and leadership. I found my independent side and will carry it with me through whatever is next in life