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Immigration.
Looking out into a dark window of a cold snowy December night, with tears in my eyes I tell my mom: "Can we go back?"
Interesting how things change as I keep thanking my parents for the courage of taking two little kids into a strange country with no promise, just hope. The grattitude for the American dream is neverending as I keep trying to find ways to show my parents how happy and lucky I am. I try to give back as much as I can.
I wish my brother felt the same way. He doesn't know any better, and it is sad.
All the fears then. All the smiles now. The sun is out. Spring is here. I am smiling.
Nice story from my only immigrant friend. Hope all is well with you, take care.
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