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May 11, 2023
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I arrived at the hotel for a short weekend vacation and was immediately hit with a wave of nostalgia as I looked at the name on the hotel's door: "The Residence Inn." I remembered staying here as a child with my mom. My first time in the United States, I was only six years old. I could still remember her long black hair, her kind eyes, and her warm smile. I could also remember the hotel room, the smell of smoke, and my father's thick accent. He used to work as a translator for the United States military. I was so happy when she finally saved up enough money to get us out of the war-torn country and into a peaceful life in America.