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(story of my life)

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I was thirty-one when I came to the U.S. Six hours ahead of the people I loved - Mom, Dad, brother, sister, friends I still believed would stay friends.

I swallowed the distance, until the distance began swallowing me.

Years passed, and my then-wife and I were swallowed by it too. We became people who sat, ate, slept in the…