Luz shares her apartment with her husband, also from Mexico and also undocumented. They met in America. He works in a bar. They have a young daughter who was born in America and is therefore a US citizen.
A country isn’t a house, it’s a place where people put their own houses/make their own individual homes. This analogy immediately falls apart as totally irrelevant bullshit before you even begin to dig into its internal failures of reasoning.
A country isn’t a house, it’s a place where people put their own houses/make their own individual homes. This analogy immediately falls apart as totally irrelevant bullshit before you even begin to dig into its internal failures of reasoning.