My 'rents moved to the USA when a war started in our country. They moved with my grandma but without me. I lived in my mother's tummy then. And I was born as a citizen of a new country. But then… maybe because of my parents’ carelessness. Maybe because they knew nothing. Hard to say. But only my grandma prepared all the immigration documents.
Officially, I was a US citizen. I was born here. The documents from the maternity hospital proved it. But anyway, I had no other documents. No birth certificate, no insurance. Nothing the girl of my age'd have. Nobody knew how I managed to get to school.
Everyone was taken aback. They didn't know what to do with me. Deport me with my 'rents or let me go? But there was one more big problem. I didn't have any relatives, except grandma. I could study at a boarding school but it’s much more difficult. l didn’t even know what problems adults had because of me. So, Ikept going to school, I visited shooting courses. I was going to achieve ranking.
They'd been discussing it for almost a year. I even forgot about it. I only missed my 'rents. We called each other. I couldn't get to them. I disliked the school and the kids there at once. They were... um… special. They got used to go to knuckle to solve problems. They disliked me back. For my nationality and for my 'rents and for my grandma. But we didn't conflict. We had kinda neutral position. So, nothing has changed in my life. I still went to school by bus. I still attended the shooting courses. And I'd advanced in ranking.
Grandma's health was very poor. She was old. And without a proper care, she fell ill. Of course, she was treated. But the thing was she needed care. And she couldn't leave me. I was afraid she would't stand alone. Instead of staying in bed, she would rush home from hospital. She cooked pies for me and came to my place. Though I'd been telling her the school food was quite okay.
Our instructor was ex-military. He listened to me. He said I was a fool. Then he promised to deal with everything. He said I’d better to go to hospital to see my grandma. I called the teacher at the boarding school and said I'd be in hospital.
For about a week, I was tossed between my grandma and school. Anyway, the doctors discharged my grandma soon. I settled her at home and gave her some food. She needed to lie bed. Then, I ran back to the shooting courses. There, I got a big surprise! They greeted me with a cake and a beautiful box. When I said it was still too long for my birthday, everyone laughed.
Now I'm 18. Formally, I'm a double citizen. My life's all right. I'm studying at college. And my grandma's waiting for grandchildren. We visit our parents in summer. The war's over. But my grandma doesn't want to leave me alone and move back to parents. And I have my studies and friends.
I've recently found out our instructor had a heart attack. And I was one of the first to donate the money for the surgery. Then we took turns in staying with him. So his wife'd have a rest. He didn't have any kids. We were his kids. I think it was right. We called him dad. And we've put him back on his legs. So many people took care of him. The disease just had no chance".
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