My heart stopped. I had been waiting for this day, and lo and behold, the letter I had been waiting for had finally arrived, sitting on the cold kitchen counter, with no other correspondence. My heart stopped. I dreaded this day as much as I expected. But that was only the beginning. When I removed the seal from the envelope, my heart began to pound. To this day, I still don't understand exactly what happened on the day I would see my grandparents for the last time. I was four years old, I didn't know it then, but I know it today. In fact, I didn't know much that day. I didn't know the time of day, I didn't know the man in the taxi, but nonetheless why he had shown up at our little mud house on the mountainside. I didn't know that it would be the last time I would see my grandparents, and I certainly didn't know that my life was about to take a wild and unexpected turn that I still experience today. 2009, 9 years later, and that's when I started to question myself, that's when I discovered that I was illegal....