THE ILLEGAL NANNY: SAMANTHA – PART 1
With trembling hands Samantha lit a cigarette. “My only companion today,” she smirked nervously indicating the cigarette. Through the whirls of blue smoke the fragile 30-year-old’s face contorted. It was difficult enough for Samantha to talk about her life let alone discuss how she felt on her child’s birthday. I did not know what to say so I looked down at my notes and asked the following questions.
* When did you come to the USA Samantha?
“April 1st 2003. I will never forget that date.”
“Tourist Visa, like B1/B2, you know?” (I nod it was the Visa I had entered on)
* How did you get the Visa?
“Oh I went to American Embassy. It wasn’t easy I had to show them a bunch of stuff, like me and my husband, we had a good business you know? We were educated middle-class people. Better than most back home, with savings, a house but even so, life was hard. You can work hard in the Philippines but you don’t get nowhere because of corruption. You need powerful people, relatives, to get you into good positions. Like a policeman or something. You get stopped in the street and you have to pay a fine. Just for no reason because it is a cop. Same thing with local government, you don’t get anywhere in business or building a house unless you pay, pay, pay always paying. We wanted a different life for our children – freedom – you know?”
My parents. It isn’t easy for them with three little girls. You know how kids are right? Energetic, always wanting something.”
* How long have you been in the USA without papers?
“Since when I told you. Four years. I only got 6 months to stay and then we overstayed.”
* Why did you leave your children to come here? Help me to understand why you did that?