At first, I see the America I believed in when I first immigrated: a welcoming nation built upon those who came with a dream and the desire to build for themselves and their family a life of life, liberty and happiness.

I hear the song of the immigrant.

I feel the winds of freedom.

BUT, in more recent years, I see her soul slipping away, her memory fading, her core stature rusting from within. It’s only a matter of time when her foundations can no longer bear the weight of her copper frame.

I see a Story no longer told and shared by a leadership.

I see leaders who’d rather tell tall tales than timeless truths.

I see the need to vote for leaders who remember and seek to revive her story again—she who stands for unity in diversity.

It is my prayer that we can truly aim to be these united States.