I just have to breathe in, exhale, and repeat. I’ve turned in my evidence, picked out my outfit, and worked out my schedule to the minute. My information packet was over 200 pages, and included some unusual sources such as the visitor records from the County Jail where Alberto was held the longest.
I’ve had my meeting with Lance to prepare for the interview tomorrow. He said that the interviewer needs to like me, so I need to keep my temper in check. I’ve been practicing some breathing techniques and some of the answers to anticipated questions that could set me off. Lance made sure to tell me what to expect during the interview and let me know that it will be his job to get mad regarding all these extra steps we’ve had to take because of USCIS errors. I’ve repacked my purse, removing anything that is not essential and my dangerous weapons (i.e. small manicure set). I have the passports, a wallet-size picture of Ashley, and my bracelet that will supposedly protect me against the evil eye. I’ve always thought it was funny how superstitious a person can get on the night before or day of an important event.
Tonight I took my favorite girl trick-or-treating. It was in the mid 40’s and clear, which makes for an excellent night of candy collection. Ashley was not happy about having to wear layer upon layer under her pirate princess costume, but after I let her walk outside without the extra clothing she decided that Mamà was right all along. I always knew she was a smart girl.
I wonder how many patterns I will discover in the flocked ceiling in my room tonight.
Ciao
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