“This is just like what our ancestors went through at Ellis Island” I tell my crying son, tucked away in his rip-stop hiking papoose among the milk and dry diapers as we snake through the customs office
Off for a day of fun in the sun, the last port of call on a seven day cruise of southern Japan
Just a bag and a dream, we unwashed huddled masses, at the gates of the new world
Behind, the only life we know- the swimming pool, the cabin, the buffet
He is still crying as the clerk hands back our stamped passports
Come to think of it, maybe our family didn’t come through Ellis Island
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