Monday, June 4th, 2018

Home Is Where They Let You Live

"Each year many thousands of children are brought to America by their
parents. They come before they have any concept of citizenship, much
less of belonging. Like me, they will draw their notions of “home” not
only from what is familiar and desirable but also from what is permitted
and denied them.  Today, I am a permanent resident. I can go and come easily, but at
borders I am still reduced to the girl who once made the mistake of
calling America her home.  I check and recheck my passport for my green
card.  It’s always there, right where I put it, along with the
uncertainty, the fear and, yes, the anger I’ll never quite outrun.   “Home.”  At 13, I had that notion knocked out of me in ways that were
useful, or mostly so.  But the word still makes me uneasy, and even now,
whenever I am given a choice, I leave the answer blank." – J