I am a card-carrying alien. Literally.
We are now at the end of our ninth year of living in the States. We are, as the famous song by Sting goes, “legal aliens”. During this time, we have spent hundreds of hours and thousands of dollars on paperwork and travel to keep our visas current. We have been retina scanned, finger printed, and submitted exhausting and exhaustive records of every job we’ve ever held, every school we ever studied at, and the names and addresses of every person we are related to.
We’ve been legal aliens for 9 years, but now, with three children born in the US (call them anchor babies if you must), we don’t want alien cards anymore. We want green…
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