September 3rd, 1992 is the date when my family got reunited in the great country of U.S.A.
Dad had arrived here a few months earlier. He was invited as an exchange scientist at University of Georgia Department of Biochemistry. Couple of months later, mom, my brother and I made the flight across the ocean. It was supposed to be a 6-month trip. This was 28 years ago. Dad was a dreamer. In communist Bulgaria, he would make the bold statement that one day he will take his family to the U.S.A. Some people laughed, others politely smiled. When he decided to bring us all here, most thought he was insane. Life savings spent to buy 3 airline tickets. Leaving close extended family behind. Coming to a new country with "safety" guaranteed for other 3 months. What are you thinking?!? The old me and new me have...
