Will hasn't called in a week. Not a big deal, except that I haven't been able to talk to him about our car being broken into. Well, and I really just want to talk to him.
The break in, by the way, has been resolved, mostly. The boy who did it was apprehended. He was caught breaking into another car in the same neighborhood and when his backpack was searched the phone he stole from my friend's car was there. They also found a cd player faceplate. It seemed like kismet, but alas the faceplate was not mine. It was from my dream cd player, though. Tomorrow I plan to call the cops and return the faceplate.
This kid is fifteen, he is a Mexican national, that means not a United States citizen. Which means
after he is prosecuted he will be sent back to Mexico- deported. And even though he violated me, I feel badly for him. What kind of life is that? At fifteen an illegal immigrant and already in a life of crime. I have no idea what it would be like to live a life like that. Where are his parents? What are they doing? Are they also committing crimes?
I am so lost on the whole immigration thing. I don't know what to think about it. In some ways I feel like sending them home to their birth countries is the best thing, because here they are free to commit these crimes and violate us. But then again, they are just trying to find a better life for themselves, and aren't we all doing that? We were just given more opportunities because we were born in this country.