Immigrant

I am an immigrant. What do you want from me? I am the immigrant with long family tradition. My grandfather was an immigrant. My father was an immigrant, and I am also one. For variety each of us picked different country. My grandfather left and my father came back. I left, and so far, didn't come back. I am also a citizen of a country, where I am now, and I feel like one. Some people still call me the immigrant. When I am cheeky I answer: We all are a nation of immigrants - except - - of course - Indians. It's New Year, so I propose a wish: Good health to all immigrants, and Happy New Year! Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 1/4/09