DACA was announced the summer before I graduated from college, coming in "just in time." Thanks to DACA, I have been privileged by not being deportable since my application was accepted. I was also able to get my work permit and apply for a Social Security number, giving me some kind of identity after living like I was in the shadows since the age of 8 when I came to the United States from Queretaro, Mexico.
I felt my presence was finally being acknowledged in this country. That is what DACA did for me. I was able to drive with a license, meaning I didn't have to drive in fear every time I could commute from home to my college campus. I no longer have a reason to believe that at any point, I could be deported to a country that I have not seen for more than half of my life.
DACA became my safety net. DACA also became my way to fulfill my passion for education. Thanks to DACA, I have been able to work as a bilingual elementary school teacher since I graduated from college. I have been able to work in my profession, whereas without it, my diploma would have probably served as just a mere decoration on my wall. I feel that as a teacher, I am able to contribute and give back to my community.
I am thankful for DACA, for all the opportunities that it has given me. However, it has also made me appreciate all the sacrifices that my parents made for my younger brother and me. Seeing life as DACAmented has made me fully realize the struggle that my parents went through to give us a better life. Life has been made easier for me, but I am still fighting for my parents, and my community.