Independence Day
April 15 is tax day for most of us here in the U.S., but for my WH, it means a lot more. Twelve years ago today, he arrived here from Iran. He told me this story: When I found out I was getting a green card, I didn't know what would happen. I had to wait to find out when my appointment at the U.S. Embassy would be. They tell you they’ll send you a letter to tell you your package has arrived, and when your interview would be, but I didn't trust it. I used to call the U.S. Embassy in Ankara every day to find out if my package had arrived. And I’m so glad I did, because I never received a letter. The last time I called, they told me that my package had arrived and that my appointment was set. Then I went to Turkey. I had lived there 10 years earlier for a year, hoping for a Humanitarian Parole visa and I didn't get it, but my memories in Turkey were still good memories. Ten years later I went back to get my green card and stayed in the sa...
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