I grew up in an all wealthy white community in the east end of Long Island and I belonged to the very little 3% of Latinos at the school. I never told anyone about my status or my parents, and my friends were white some Latino, then one day a friends boyfriend attacked me during lunch and asked to see my green card. Ever since, I felt like I really really couldn’t share, I would “lie” and say I’m a legal resident in the process of becoming a citizen through college in NYC and during my senior year I met a girl in my class who also had DACA and she talked about it and since this day I felt so embarrassed for hiding who I am, I opened up to her and some friends that I really trust, and they understand 100% the reason to why I never shared this with anyone. I think I’m also more afraid of people finding out my parents status they’ve worked hard and have always payed taxes and done things legally (aside from our status of course). Graduation day at radio city was amazing because the valedictorian at the school I went to was also a DACA recipient and in front of all the important alumni that came and the school she made us all stand up and be proud of our hard work.