Fragments.

Tonight, mom told me that we finally have a chance to sponsor one of our cousins over.  The catch was that I have to fake a marriage with her and that the process would take 6 months.  I feel very excited at the fact that she will do way better in America, while at the same time nervous to what would happen if we were to be caught false.

Since my first visit to meet them all in the 5th grade, I’ve always wanted to somehow help bring my father’s whole family side over to America, but never figured out to how.  This is the perfect opportunity and I’m not going to miss it!

I believe that my cousins deserve living here more than I, myself.  They have worked hard for it and have been struggling and fighting to support their side of the family since the day they could walk.  I on the other hand have been doing nothing compared.  They deserve a break and even more.  Maybe we should swap spots for a while, so reality may hit me in the face.  I want to pull my shit together.