Her 8 year old self doesn't have an ounce of doubt in her voice as she declares that she is going to America. Her name is Oliver and her personality is as vibrant as her bright purple uniform. The first day I met her I found her a little pushy and never would have guessed that she would pull on my heart strings the way she does. There are days that her smile is the one thing that keeps me going. I ask her if she will visit me when she comes to America and she can barely get a yes out through her giggling. Her bright eyes bring more joy to my life than I ever could have imagined.
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ometimes I just sit and think about bringing her to America. Picking her up from the airport, taking her to the beach, buying her new clothes, going to the movie theatre, maybe we would even go ice skating. I dream of being able to say to her "welcome to America!"
