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On the Fourth of July
One of my friends is a fairly recent Russian immigrant, and we were out with some other friends the other night. She offered a comment about her green card and how important it was to her, which was both surprising and quite affecting in its sincerity.
I wish I could remember her exact words, but they were something to the effect that when she returns to this country from Russia, upon seeing her green card, the people in customs tell her, "Welcome home." She spoke of how much she loved hearing that, and it was clear that it meant a very great deal to her. Much more than it would probably mean to any of us.
Came to mind this morning thinking about the holiday. |