I was playing with a boy this morning. he is only four years old and is happy all day long. he came to my ears and whispered to me, "my daddy had a dream last night. he dreamed he found a good job. and we had a lot of money. we bought a car and a biiiiiig house. he drove us to california beach. and we had a lot of fun there. we laughed and laughed and then he woke up......".
that is the new immigrant's dream, practical, no ramance, but drives me into tears.