Be grateful. It defies fear and hatred, and it celebrates life and love.
But, per usual, unlike the typical American kid, I never asked, “Are we there yet?” I always asked, “Are we back in America?”
The fact that I’m here, that you are here, those unforgettable moments, peppered with every emotion that humans are born to experience, is a testament of how valuable you are as a human being, and that you have every right to be here.
“Do you have cheese in your pockets,” the agent asked me. “What? Pardon?” I couldn’t believe my ears. I looked back at my brother with an intense look of panic and mouthed, “They know.”