Yesterday I received an email from my son's new school (he starts JK in September) and I wasn't expecting much given that Covid has cancelled everything. The email said a welcome bag had been delivered to the families of new JK students and I was incredulous, I would have seen it already if it was true, right? Turns out they were that efficient and a bag was hanging at my front door. As I got excited and took the bag to my bedroom to inspect, the more I saw, the smaller and bigger I felt, and I started crying. I cried and I cried, because I'm still an immigrant. I have been in this country for almost 13 years but I still am and will always be an immigrant. What the bag represented was a dream come true. When I left my country I had only one thing in mind, a better future for my future kids. What this bag represented was 13 years of hard work, 13 years of being away from my family, 13 years of leaving my friends and everything I knew behind and taking a leap of a...