[The following is a 100-word Guest Post by Houston Steve - and his first-ever 100-word story.]
In 2021 I was a 14 year old immigrant; carried my green card everywhere. No telling when a policeman would reasonably suspect I was illegal.
I envied the Americans. When we entered a building, they weren’t questioned, but someone would always demand to see my “papers.” I looked like them; talked like them. Texans sounded more out of place here in Massachusetts.
In 2026 I took the oath. Afterwards a syringe was inserted behind my right ear. It was injected.
Those doorpost flags were readers, not American mezuzahs. Now I was like my friends, and I had my American citizenchip.
In 2021 I was a 14 year old immigrant; carried my green card everywhere. No telling when a policeman would reasonably suspect I was illegal.
I envied the Americans. When we entered a building, they weren’t questioned, but someone would always demand to see my “papers.” I looked like them; talked like them. Texans sounded more out of place here in Massachusetts.
In 2026 I took the oath. Afterwards a syringe was inserted behind my right ear. It was injected.
Those doorpost flags were readers, not American mezuzahs. Now I was like my friends, and I had my American citizenchip.
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