The start of the semester came. Angelica and I are living together. We both work part time to pay for the apartment and basic needs. We also had enough after for savings and entertainment. My life was perfect. Well so I thought.

My mother came by to visit us one day in tears. She got a letter from immigration threatening deportation. It appears that when my father died the secret that we werent fully legal died with him. I was still on a student visa so it didnt matter to me at the time. My mother didnt have to work because my father made enough money to support all of us including my studies. He got caught up in living in America and enjoying his American dream to put things in order for his family. When Angelica realised what was going on she suggested we get married.

Angie, I want more than anything to be your wife, but I dont want it to be like this.

Look, dont be silly. I love you. You asked me to marry you and I already said yes. Whats the difference between now and a few years from now.

Ang

And we could sponsor Mama after. Angelica Interjected.

Angie were just students. Immigration is going to look at that.

Well I could get my parents to do it then.

Angie I was trying to reason with her. But she can be stubborn.

Why are you making this so hard?

Angie, Gina is right. I cant ask that of your family and I cant ask that of you. Ill go back to Sudan and apply from there.

No. I wont accept that. And you cant give up that easy.

Baby were not giving up. Were going to do this the right way.

But my way is right too. Why wont you let me help you?

How do you know that your parents will agree to this? Hassina inquired.

I dont. But well never know till we ask.

I love Angelica to death, but she can be a hard nut to crack. And when I think I couldnt love her more, something like this happens and I prove myself wrong.