I always think about this post. And still wonder if it was worth it. Was it worth it?
This is my living room floor. And one member of my family’s paperwork for a visa application. One.
There are five of us.
This is only ninety percent complete. We are still waiting for the two most important papers of all. The one that says I have a job in Spain. And the one that says we’re not criminals.
We are not criminals. We are five people connected by a thought I had when I was a heartbroken nineteen-year-old freshman in college. The thought? I will teach ESL. I will marry someone. And I will take my family to a Spanish-speaking country so that my children will learn Spanish.
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