Elena stared at her green card as tears stood at the bridge of her eyes, that moment she had been dreaming of since she got to America had come to pass. It was so surreal that she could believe it was happening. She laid on her bed, stretching the card further to get a better view.
Tears dripped down her eyes as she thought of her mother, she thought of how differently things would have gone if she could turn back the hands of time. It started as silent sobs, slowly graduating to something louder. She should be happy about this change, or perhaps it was a mixture of happiness and pain, fulfillment and emptiness.
" Dear baby bird, dear sparrow, you have come so far rest those wings. Dear baby bird, my little sparrow
whenever you feel low just remember it's not too late, hang in there an
