What does it mean to be an American? That's the question I ponder as a sweet little girl with long black hair no more than 5 years old, sits on my couch with her mom and baby sister. Their family is at our house so we can talk about the letter they need my husband and I to write to keep the mother from being deported.
Why is it that some of us are lucky enough to be born citizens while others have to risk their lives to even get to America?
This is a short entry, but one I hope will remind of how lucky some of us are.
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