Allie, who hadn’t known a blip of happiness in more than 6 years, trundled toward a poorly shaved man that was seated and staring at all of the new arrivals.

She walked up to a scarred and ripped immigrant table, slammed her ivory soft left hand down on dirt and despair, and asked what she needed to do be a citizen in this new land.

(Photo: Edward Roads)

Written by Edward Roads

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