My Father's Home

It’s midnight, and sleep will not come to me. My parents are frantically searching for my father’s green card. My father, a carpenter, has a habit of hiding important documents in random spots in our garage and then forgetting where he placed them. He swears he remembers putting his green card in an empty paint can. He just doesn’t remember which one. At about 2 a.m., after much pleading to St. Anthony, the document is found. We are...

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About the Author

Antonio Reis, a graduate of Masuk High School in Monroe, Connecticut, will attend Wesleyan University in the fall. This piece is adapted from the personal essay Reis submitted with his college applications.