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“Claire your father and I have something to tell 

you.” Mrs. Callaghan (Claire’s mom) calls

Claire runs down the stairs and into the 

kitchen.

“What is it?” Claire asks curiously as her father and 

mother are sitting at the table.

 “We have been talking about moving for a long 

time and the business I work for is expanding shop 

to America, so… in a week we will be flying and 

moving   to America.”

Claire's jaw drops, this is big news. They were 

finally moving away to America, the place of their 

dreams! But what about their family and friends in 

Ireland this is a big change. Would the house be big 

or small? Would her school have uniforms? 

thoughts whirled around her head. 

Claire ignored her until he started talking about work. 

“by law of course, I am legally allowed to work. The law 

of Immigration Reform and Control Act of 1986   to be 

precise. But your mom now is not so in america she is 

considered an alien. An alien is a person in a country 

who is not a national of that country my mom explains.

“Well I have potatoes and fish ready to eat, so 

lets have dinner.” My mom says as we eat and 

discuss what is happening ahead.

The next couple of days we packed and got ready, we 

said goodbye to everybody and on the final night had a 

party that all our neighbors and family and friends went 

to. I had a lot of fun, but the party ended too soon.

As I said goodbye to the last guest I started 

getting ready for bed I had a long day ahead of 

me.

 I woke up bye my dad hustling us all in the morning to 

get to the airport and then on the plan. As we pulled in 

and got our tickets, we waited in the terminal the flight 

would be there any minute. I barely slept at all last night I 

stared at the empty room and walls with the boxes 

everywhere, what was my new home like and how much 

did I have to unpack… I did not want to unpack.

“Hey mom.” I ask “Yes sweetie?” She stares at me.

“Are you going to miss your job?” I say I mean I would if 

I enjoyed my job and all.“Yeah, I guess but I can get it 

back the Immigration Reform and Control Act of 1986 

says that I can get my job back and my title   “ “That's 

good.” I smile “It sure is,” says mom.

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