Migration

I sit down with my little pocket note card holder she allowed me to use, happy to be in the presence of my Mom and Dad. I spread the note cards on the counter, pull the top one and press the tip of my sharpened pencil against the paper.
"Okay, so, Dad, what year did you come into this country and why?"
He stops cooking and faces me.
"I came to this country in 1970 to study and go to school."
My Mom chimes in...
"He came in January of 1970 to go to school and find his American wife. He wanted to find an American wife with long legs so his kids might have the chance to be taller." 
My Dad continues...
" Yeah, I came to this country to find my American wife and to see cars... to see cars for the first time in my life."
I look at him inquisitively as my Mom's giggles erupt. My Dad laughs too, silently appreciating how funny his wife thinks his jokes are. Everyone in the kitchen giggles along with the two of them.
"Don't feed her that bull Mo." She retorts.

I sat, taking notes and listening to my Dad telling the first bits of his story about the events that lead to him becoming an American citizen. I am, once again, fascinated with life and all of its wonder. Flashes of the conversation I had with my niece a few days prior danced in my mind as the 'American Dream' brings life to my vivid imagination. She and I read a story together called, "A Very Important Day" for her school work and I couldn't help but fall in love with it as it encompasses people from all walks on their immigration journey to America. These people, my Dad included, all took a stand on "A Very Important Day" to change their future as well as all of the future generations of their family. So I sit here and reflect upon how grateful I am for the sacrifices of my Father to create for us the 'Home' his young heart and mind always dreamed of having.

Xx Suzie
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