I am an immigrant Her eyes shine, like two beautiful stones. Her face is covered with her big loose headscarf.A few strands of hair move in the rhythm of wind.She is holding her scarf with her thumb and index, so it doesn’t fall off.She is holding something..maybe someone.Is that her son? maybe a brother? a cousin?I don’t […]

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