Tomorrow is a very special day. Our daughter turns 4 (my youngest of 3 daughters) and it is ten years to the day that I met my husband. No matter how hard this has been, to leave everything I have ever known behind, I love him more everyday. Don’t get me wrong, we don’t always see eye to eye but, do you really think I would come here if I did not think my husband was worth it.
So many years have past and I am still in shock that we have had to wait this long to go home. I was ignorant of the laws as are most Americans who yell about deporting them all. I again had someone attack me on a post about my family needing to stay in the shit hole country I live in, that America does not want us back. Really, someone that knows nothing of my family other than my husband had immigration problems. No matter what, NO ONE deserves to be torn like this. 5 years is a very steep sentence for a missed hearing. I just don’t understand how bans can be longer than sentences of US Citizen violent offenders. Call me naive, call me stupid if you will, the truth is I FEEL, I feel for every single person that has to fall whim to these extreme bans.
I have a friend who put it like this. Immigration is like a child who sticks his fingers in his ears going, “la, la, la la, I can’t hear you”. It does not matter if the US Citizen has 3 months to live, if your spouse missed a hearing, they won’t listen.
Back to tomorrow, my daughter asked for two very specific things (out of a list of 100) that she wanted a take n play Percy train set and play doh. Thankfully, we can actually get her what she wants even if it is just two small presents, my children have gone with less over the past 5 years. We are thankful for the little things. Everything seems to be falling into place.
Of course, I am rushing to get everything done before our first visa interview, yes finally, we have our interview for the end of June. We have decided to hire an attorney, I do not have the time or energy to deal with doing the rest of this process myself. It almost seems real, almost certain. But, as always there is fear and doubt.
Discretionary, that is what scares me. Aggravating vs mitigating factors, history in the states, family ties. Of course, I have hope, but what happens if they say no? If I don’t get to go home to my daughters? If my children have to spend the rest of their childhood’s like this. So, we still have quite awhile to go maybe another year, I mean, what does it matter that it has already been more than five?
To me, like everyone else in this process, one day, just one day, feels like a lifetime.