A Legacy of Citizenship

My grandmother became a citizen in 1986. She worked two jobs and cried

during the oath. Today, my neighbor Maria has waited twelve years.

The system now feels like a maze. The local diner owner can't find

workers because visa processing takes eighteen long months. My friend's dad, a Filipino doctor,

drives an Uber while his medical credentials gather dust. At the library, volunteers teach English

and remind people they matter. This is what works. Streamline checks,

expand work visas, and fund more judges to clear the massive backlog. This isn't about

politics. It's about real people building real lives, just like our