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My name is Rachel. It is not my story, but it is the story of my mother. My mother arrived in France when she was 20 years old. She was born and lived in Morocco. She was an undocumented immigrant when she came in France until 2011 when she finally had her French ID. She waited for more than 20 years to get citizenship, to become French.

Fortunately, It was not a difficult journey for her. She found a job a few days after her arrival. My mother met my father in France. My father is French. So I am French and Moroccan and I am proud of my origins. Me and my mother are muslim but my father is not religious.

In high school, I do not feel different because my high school is secular, with any kind of religions mixed together.

My life story makes me unique because on the one hand, I am French by blood by my father so I am integrated but on the other hand I am another person, with another culture which my mother gave me. But both combined, it makes a beautiful mix.

My dream is to go live in another country, like my mother because she is an example for me, I want to know the experience of immigration, to be an immigrant too.