Wednesday. That's the only day this week when I didn't have to interact with immigration officials here.
I can't really offer any details. All I can say is that I didn't do anything wrong. But that sure isn't how I felt during their three visits to our office, my three visits to their office and a couple of phone calls (including one where it was looking like I'd have to leave the country).
I'm hoping this nightmare is over now.
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It's genetic.
Sing it, Sister
Dear me, you really struggle with relatives. She's not your sister. And certainly not your father.
She's your MOTHER. Maybe we all need nametags or something to tell Adrienne how we're related to her.
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