Nov 1, 2010

Several months ago I had a phone interview. The woman asked me what comes to my mind first if she asks me to self identify. The first thing that came to my mind was "an immigrant", then a woman, and a mom.
I got used to not having my dad in my world. I got used to not having my brother in my world but immigration will be one thing that I dont think I will ever get used to. The roots are not here. I am uprooted, belonging to no where. Landless, homeles.