I love my job. It’s stressful, maddening, unfair, but in the end I can come home on days like this and say it was completely worth it. Every second of it.
I’m an Accredited Representative. To those who work in the immigration field, it means I can legally represent immigrants, and my credentials extend into the courtroom. I help immigrants, but my niche is victims of crime. It means that I’ve seen and heard it all, and I’m amazed sometimes that I can just shut it all down when I leave work. Maybe that’s why I’ve started up my little rambling site again…
And today two of my clients became legal permanent residents of the United States.
I thought about calling them victims, but the truth is they’re not really victims anymore. They’re survivors. They’ve escaped abusive households and have started to make better lives for themselves and their children. And this is just one more step towards citizenship.
So I’m celebrating because my clients got their green cards. Especially A. A. has a disability that left him with some loss of movement because of an accident. This didn’t stop his wife from beating him when he tried to defend their children. Children who were being abused. Now A takes care of these kids, and they take care of him. I adore his kids, and they are going to be so happy to see his new card!