This is the perfect day to for me to write this, an open letter to America, and to those ignorant Americans that despise her and embrace a communist future.
I was not born here.
I remember standing in Miami airport with my family, all six of us, holding my dad’s hand. I was seven years old and we had just caught what was supposed to be “the last flight”. I recall getting up in the dead of night and hurrying to the airport. Luggage was neither necessary, nor permitted, and if my dad pulled out his pockets like we see in the cartoons, they would have been empty. Even wedding rings were left behind as bribes.
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