The reason I could never fix my immigration status!

Since the death of George Floyd and with the eruption of protests across the United States and the world, many people are  watching the documentary that features my story, and which shows how the immigration system is broken and unfair. Just like the criminal justice.

More people are reaching out to me to expressing how disgusted they feel for the way my family was treated. Many are asking the same question: Why was I never able to fix my immigration status despite being married to a US veteran and having two U.S.-born children. I think the Netflix documentary and many other interviews I have done, clearly explain the reasons that I was never able to fix my status.

Still, I understand how an American that doesn’t have an immigrant spouse or immigrant friends could find this difficult to comprehend. Most Americans think that when you marry  an American you automatically get your green card. That is so far from the true, especially with the current president.

As I mentioned in the documentary. Past presidents didn’t fix the problem but no other president had the heart to deport Military spouses as they well know the sacrifices we made so that spouses can serve.

 Bill Clinton’s Law

In 1996, President Bill Clinton signed the harshest immigration bill that the nation had seen in decades.  The effects of this bill linger and hang over any efforts for “immigration reform.”

This law increases penalties on immigrants who had violated U.S. law trying to come into the country. Many like me, were given summary deportation orders without ever having the chance to see an immigration judge or a translator. When I was captured at the border and deported, I was forced to sign a document I didn’t understand, despite asking for the assistance of a translator multiple times.  The 1996 law made it almost impossible for undocumented immigrants like me who had not committed any other crimes, to stay in the country or to obtain any kind of relief despite marrying a U.S. citizen.

There are so many people that still live in the shadows hoping and praying for an immigration reform. I always hoped for that. That’s why I agreed to participate in the documentary, I didn’t receive any financial compensation or anything, I did it with the goal of educating people and creating awareness of the broken immigration laws. I did it hoping that when viewers watch my story, regardless of what political party they may belong, they will pressure their legislators to change the laws and undo the damage Clinton did.

It is true that the current president has put in place harsh immigration measures such “zero tolerance,” and that is the reason I am now here.(No other U.S. president would have deported people like me). However, it is also true that a Democrat president, Bill Clinton, ruined and continues to ruin thousands of lives by creating this law. Before I learned I was going to be deported, I didn’t have any political party preferences. I actually like Bush. I think he was a good person with strong morals.

I can only hope now with  elections  coming that a new president takes over and that he addresses this issue and repairs the damage that Bill Clinton and that the current president have done to immigrants, and many other minorities. In the meantime, I will continue to ask God to help those like me who are suffering the consequences of a bad president and their mean, cruel laws that only hurt American families.

Thank you for reading my blog, see you next time!

This picture was taken 4 years ago, during our first family vacation to New York. I was so happy , who would have tough that ICE was going to knock my door 4 days after and notified me that I was goint to be deported. Cosas de la vida!

Difficult Times!

We are living difficult times. Most people are worrying about their health, their family’s health and how we are going to get through this, and mostly how long it will take for all this to go away.

But for us, the ones that have our families divided, it is even worse, because we wish we could all be together and face/embrace this difficult time together. I always worry about something like this happening and not being there to take care of my daughter.

I was having really bad anxiety, because I saw on the news how difficult things were getting in some states. It’s really sad to see what’s going on.

 I was faced with the dilemma. What should I do? What’s best for my little one? To stay here with me or to send her with her dad to Florida, where, if she gets sick, I believe she will have better medical care there.

I asked my husband what he though was best for our daughter. His answer: “ I think the best for all of us is to be together as a family. I wish you could come here but since that’s not possible. I am preparing to come there to be with you and Estela. We need to be together.”

So, he decided that he and my oldest daughter, Pamela, should come here. After hanging up the phone with him I could not stop to think how unfair this situation is.

I remember feeling this type of anxiety and worry when he was getting deployed to Iraq after the 9/11 attacks and how he had to leave me and our 12 month- old child to go serve his country. And how unfair it is for the very country that he served to punish him, with its stupid, outdated immigration laws preventing us from being together as we should be.

They were supposed to be coming on Saturday. But unfortunately, we got the news that Mexico are only allowing Mexicans citizens or Mexicans residents to enter. I guess we won’t be together anytime soon.

I can only hope that none of us get sick and that all this passes soon.

So, if you are having a hard time dealing with all this, please be grateful that at least you have your family together and please be certain that all this should pass and things will get back to normal and that things, perhaps will be better than before.

A lesson that we can learn is that life as we know can change on a blink of an eye. We have to be compassion and treat each other better, because life is a wheel of a fortune. Sometimes we are up and sometimes my friend, we are down

Stay safe my friends. See you next time!


Throughout my ordeal I have find out that you can learn good things from bad situations.

I learned as a child that life was hard and unfair. As mentioned in the documentary. I had a very rough childhood. But I understand now that I it made me stronger- like life was preparing me for what I was going to face- so that I could endure what was awaiting me in the years to come.

A few months ago, when one of my readers contacted me, I learned a word that I have never heard before. It is the name of his company, and it is the word that describe me the best. I absolutely love this world.

Resilience: the capacity to recover quickly from difficulties.

I have not recovered yet. I think I never will, as long I am away from what I love the most- my family. But I am resilient.

I still cry every day and night. I still miss cooking for my family, playing with my dog Spot and sitting outside on my beautiful rocking chair while waiting for the bus to drop Pamela off from school. My oldest child now 18 years old.

She was 16 when I got deported. Healing is a process I know that. I can just hope that one day I will understand why this happened to my family. I know I probably deserved it -but they didn’t.  They are just victims . I hope that one day I can go to bed and wake up without crying. I know one day I will.

In the meantime, I keep going-running each day and praying for my miracle.

By the way what have I learned? That I am stronger than I ever though!

As always thank you for reading my blog.

Other Deported Moms!

As I mentioned before a lot people have contacted me for several reasons, some of them to share their stories and others to ask how my family and I are doing.

I created my blog 14 months ago. When I met a beautiful American lady that lives in Belize. She is a blogger and she suggested that I created one, as she tough that my story was very powerful.

I am so happy I did because trough this blog, I have met so many great people. But also. I have discovered that this administration has and is deporting a lot of moms like me, without criminal record other than the illegal entry.

As humans we always think that we are the only ones going through certain bad situations, but I have discovered that is not the case. Thanks to my blog.

Now I know that. That there are a lot like me and in a worse situations.

Many deported moms have contacted me and shared their story. Sadly, their situacion is worse than mine. 

Every night, I think about all of them. Lots of them have not seen their kids in more than two years due to financial situations as they can’t afford to buy airplane tickets for their kids to come and visit them.

I am now working with a deported mom of six kids. helping her to open a Gofound me so that she can get with the funds donated her treatment for her breast cancer here in Mexico. I will post the link to her petition on my next blog. Hoping you can support her cause.

Thank you for reading my blog. See you next time!

Trying to digest what had happened to me, 14 months after!

Today, October 18th. It has been 14 months and fifteen days since I got here. And while I was running, I realized that my oldest daughter’s birthday is coming in 7 days. This is going to be her second birthday without me.

I asked myself how I have been able to keep going without seen her beautiful face everyday. How could it is possible that I am still alive and haven’t die of sadness when everything hurts, even to wake up in the morning

I think that everybody deals with pain differently and the way I have been dealing with my pain is by denying that this truly happened to me.

I haven’t really digest what had happened to me. I know I should have by now. Often I wake up thinking this did not happened, that I am just having a nightmare and that soon I will wake up and all this will be over.

I Know that I have to really have to start accepting this, until then I will not be able to move on and build a life in here. But the idea of building a life here without my daughter scares me. I have asked her many times to move here with me. I need her here with me. I know she soon will be 18 but she needs me. We were very attached and I know it’s selfish on my part to ask her to leave her life there and move to a third world Country where I know first- hand she won’t have the same opportunities she has in the US, But to be honest I care more now about her mental health than anything else, even her carrier. I really need her and she needs me.

Many readers and people that watched the documentary, have been asking if my husband and I are still together. Yes, we are still together. It wasn’t easy. I had to let go a lot hard feelings. Like I mentioned in the documentary. I had to put aside the fact that he voted for the current President not knowing that he was going to deport good people. It wasn’t easy, there was a point where I felt we were done. But he is a human and humans make mistakes and I have seen how much he is suffering because his family was torn a part. I know he has paid for making that bad decision. This is a subject that really hurts but what I can share with you is that he won’t vote for the current President and he is doing everything possible for me to go back including going lobbying next year to Washington, DC.

As always thank you for reading my blog and don’t forget to check my YouTube Channel!

Why I decided to be a part of a documentary!

Finally.  The documentary I am a part of is out. It’s call Living Undocumented. After seeing it many things are running to my head. Watching all those scenes brought me sad memories-the stress I felt, the pain, the uncertainty of not knowing what was going to be of me, my daughters and my husband.

Seeing my oldest daughter, Pamela crying and my precios son name Spot that I have not seeing since I got deported. My husband says that he sleeps with the  dirty socks I left in the laundry room.

Watching the series made me realized that even though God could but choose not to prevent my deportation, he has been with me. He has been with me wherever I have gone. I understand it now. I see it.

I feel so ungrateful because I doubted him and I still do sometimes. I couldn’t  sleep the last nights prior my deportation thinking how and where I was going to live? as I mentioned on the series, I don’t have a home here in Mexico. I had so many sleepless nights thinking where and how I am going to live in Mexico if I have to leave? I forgot that God has always got me. I have a decent room over my head and although is not the beautiful home I left in Florida. Still a home and I am very appreciative for that.

Barely anyone knew of my participation in the documentary, and now that is out. I have friends asking me why did I decided to be a part of this documentary? why did I choose to expose my life and my family in such a big platform as Netflix ?

The answer is:

Because I feel that when good, godly Americans watch it. It will open their eyes and hopefully change their minds how they perceive Immigrants. The majority of the immigrants are good, hard working people that just want a better life, like any other human being . Not like the current government wants Americans to believe.

So if you watched it, or are planning to watch it. My hope is that you watch it with a receptive, compassion heart. And that if my story has impacting you and you want to see me go home.

and If you are an American and have the privilege to vote. Please vote for legislators, like my Congressman Darren Soto and a for a different President that treat immigrants with dignity and compassion. Please help me go back home!

As always thank you for reading my blog!

A year has passed!

A year has passed- Unbelievable. A year has passed and I am still here! Throughout this year I have experienced how it feels to have your heartbroken. It is a pain, a physical pain that won’t let you eat or sleep. But God’s grace is amazing and I am still here -15 pounds less, And although I am still sad and still can’t sleep well. I am doing a little better than before. 

I remember how on August 2nd the night before my deportation, I could not sleep thinking how am I going to fit 20 years of my life into these two suitcases?” I also remember walking around my neighborhood in the middle of the night staring at the outside of my house and thinking, “this may be the last time you see your home.”

 So I tried to record in my head the last picture of my beautiful house. The same house my husband and I build with part of the money he earned when he was deployed to Iraq after the 9/11 attacks. How Ironic life can be! Who would have thought that I was going to have to leave my house and my husband would have to live in that house without me. We always thought we were going to grow old and die together in our home.

Recently I have been doing more interviews hoping that by keeping my story alive, I will be able to go back.  I am and always be hoping and waiting for that email from Congressman Darren Soto letting me know that my private bill has passed and that I have to start packing because I am going back.

I always go to sleep and wake up asking for God to help me and make a miracle happen. I know that one day. He will hear me. But I also know that for now, I have to make the best of it and keep going- for my little one, for my oldest one, for myself.

In the meantime, I am counting the days until Christmas so that I can see my oldest child as she will be coming to visit me again. Seeing her beautiful face again is what keeps me going!

Thank you for your support.

As always thank you for reading my blog, and if you can please sign my petition and look into my! Thank You




As always thank you for reading my blog, and if you can please sign my petition and look into my! Thank You



No more asking why me!

Once again, I had a hard time finding what was I going to write about. So many things have happened to me over the last weeks,  some good and lots of bad.

  I realized that I had to let go of my pain and the grouches I can’t keep holding onto something that I can’t change right now. It is very damaging for me and my little one who lives with me. My pain and disappointments are not letting me be the mom that I always wanted to be and was prior to my deportation.

   August 3rd is going to be one year since I came back to the country that I was born in and I am still mentally in the same position that I was in when I arrived. Why? Because I keep holding onto my pain and my suffering. I keep asking God why me? I keep asking everyone that I trust, the same question. Hoping someone will give me an answer that will satisfy me and make me feel better.  I recently asked my husband this question. Why this happened to me? his answer was, why not? It was the best answer anyone has given me so far! 

   My oldest child helped me see that I have become a negative, toxic person. I couldn’t see it.  She recently came with my husband to visit. She told me. “Mom it is time for you to stop feeling sorry for yourself. Keep doing things to go back, but at the same time try to move on, find your strength. You are a strong woman, I know that.” 

  She left two days ago with my little one.  We promised each other to be strong and be positive.  I didn’t want my little one to leave me- even temporary,  but she wanted to go see her dog and her friends. I understood it and while she is gone, I am trying to organize my thoughts, my goals, and my life,  at the same time that I am trying to find the strength to keep going!



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Thank you for reading my blog, and thanks to my new friend Felipe Rodriguez ( another deportee, Instagram: feliperodriguez1967) for taking this beautiful picture!









Faith and Hope!

Today is Mother’s Day in Mexico. My first Mother’s Day as a mom in Mexico. (When I left Mexico, 23 years ago, I wasn’t a mom yet.) In Mexico, they celebrate Mother’s Day very big with a lot of festivities, especially in schools.

Little kids practice dances to dance for their mom in their schools on this day. So, my little one warned me to bring enough tissue because she knew I was going to be very emotional.

I saw my daughter at her school. I saw her dancing and then singing. and while she was singing a very popular mother’s song. She was looking for my face or hand to acknowledge that I was watching her.  I waved at her and blew her a kiss.


After she was done with her festivities, we went out to eat at a nearby restaurant where other families from her school happen to be eating as well. Seeing the other families made me so sad. I wish I was eating with my family. So, I broke down and asked her if she thinks I will ever be back to the US? She responded in clear Spanish claro, “Fe y Esperanza, mami.”  ( Faith and hope.) Her answer made me cry more and then laugh because I realized that now she speaks a lot of Spanish with a Yucatecan accent. I realized, that she even started to speak English with a Yucatecan accent too. why I have not noticed it? My almost 10- year- old pretty girl is now almost fully bilingual like me!! I always wanted my kids to learned Spanish but not this way, by living out of the Country! I tried to gain my composure as other people were watching me and I become embarrassed.

We finally went back and finished eating our food and I felt so blessed to have my daughter with me. She is so sweet and brings me comfort with her wise words.

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Finally Finding Healing!

Today  March 3rd, It has been seventh months since I got deported. For the last 7 months I kept thinking, Today will be the day that Congressman, Darren Soto will call me to tell me ‘Alejandra you can come back.’ I spoke with him two weeks ago and he says things are looking promising. I know within my heart that he is doing everything possible for things to happen, but I realized that is not healthy for me to keep leaving like this, waiting for that call. I am tired of being sad all the time. I know I have to make a change in my life for my daughter’s health. She lives with me and it is not healthy for her to see me sad and crying all the time.  Three days ago I went to downtown and saw many needy people asking for money including little kids. I saw that they looked happy -happier than me. So, I got home, texted my oldest child in Florida and asked her for permission to be happier. I needed her permission because I feel guilty for trying to be happy even though she is not here with me. I feel I should not be happy without her. When I told her that I was going to try to be happier and if she could forgive me for all the pain I have caused her because of my poor decisions. She said “yes mom try to be happy and do things. I love you and don’t want to see you sad anymore.” Continue reading “Finally Finding Healing!”