Thanks Mom
Call it what you want, I call it mom.
When I was called to the area via shuttle to validate my insurance I sat there sweating bullets for maybe 15 minutes, felt like 15 hours, but that’s all I could do was sit and watch. She (her name was Melissa too) was looking for my name somewhere, anywhere on my paperwork.
“I’ve got nothing but a heart that’s sinking and sinking fast.”
As odd as it sounds, and she even used those exact words, “It’s odd that nowhere in this paperwork do I see your name.” she calls over a coworker and he flips through it. I had a 20+ page of this, that and the other but no name.
“Do you have a card, they usually email you a card with your name on it, did you get an email?” I go to my emails, there’s five. she goes through all of em twice, maybe three times and she’s looking at me and I’m at a loss for words, I’ve got nothing but a heart that’s sinking and sinking fast.
“Not the first time (divine highway intervention) and I guarantee it’s not the last….”
And then it happened. A white page pops up on my phone and she says “This is it, this is what I need.” She looks at me and she looks at my phone and then me again. “I don’t know how but this it, you’re now in green status you can go to immigration, it’s that way” as she points me back to where I came from.
Holy shit balls, is there somewhere I can change my drawers now? That’d be great. All I can say is I know how, I call her mom. Not the first time (divine highway intervention) and I guarantee it’s not the last because she’s not just with me folks, she’s truly protecting me. Every step of the way.
Tonight I was unpacking and not necessarily feeling sad, not really having doubts, just kind of hit me the whole scope of my new life for 7 weeks on top of just simply being tired. I pulled two pair of shorts folded the usual way out of my bag and turned around to place them in the armoire when it fell.
A single dime fell out from somewhere in the shorts and on to the hard wood floor with an unmistakable sound. Just a dime, to show me she’s there and turn my little frown upside down. She’s good like that.
Thanks mom.
— Melissa Parker
— Your Friendly Neighborhood Fearless Leader