Books, music, movies, humor – we had everything in common. From the very first day of freshman year, we were inseparable. Throughout the years, we’ve only grown closer. We’ve changed a lot since that first day, but we changed together – developing our own personal interests, but yet staying inherently the same.
This past summer was the hardest summer of my life. Saying goodbye is never easy, but saying goodbye to your best friend is something beyond words almost. She left and I cried. I only remember the feeling of disbelief. I wouldn’t be able to see her for at least 10 years and I absolutely despised the institution that made her leave me, leave her home.
She left by choice, she wasn’t deported. She left because she had too much pride to be deported. Brought to this country at the age of 3, she grew up here. She is as American as any citizen, and yet she had no rights. She did not exist in this country and she couldn’t stand it. We waited for the Dream Act to pass, but when it didn’t, her decision was final. She wanted to live somewhere that she felt wanted, somewhere in which she wasn’t labeled an alien. I lost my best friend, my soulmate, my sister because of political quibbles over a reasonable act that should have been passed.
