I was headed to my soccer practice when I first heard that President Obama had signed his Deferred Action for Childhood Deportations, or DACA, order.
At first, disillusioned by the failed DREAM Act, I thought my father misheard the news. I vividly remember his exhilaration that, after decades living undocumented in the United States, at least one of his children was going to be protected from deportation.
It wasn’t until I saw my friends crying for joy in the soccer field that I realized this wasn’t an illusion—it was real. DACA meant that at least a portion of our undocumented community could work, apply to college, and provide more economic stability for our families.