When I was born in Brisbane, Australia, my father applied for an international visa.
That’s when the country of his birth opened its doors to the world.
I got my Australian passport in 2014 and got to live in the country for six months, in a city called Brisbane, with my mother, sister, and my two brothers and sister-in-law.
But, because of my father’s work visa, I couldn’t visit New York for almost two years.
After that, I didn’t see any of my family again.
In New Zealand, I applied for a visa and was given a number.
I was surprised that I wasn’t given an option for a family trip to visit my parents.
My father and his partner lived in Auckland, and I lived in Christchurch, and we lived in Wellington.
My parents are not here anymore.
It was so hard for us.
They were our first friends in New Zealand.
When I first came to New Zealand I was 19 and I went to the airport with my sister-to-be.
My sister-and-brother-in, we were the only two in our family who had never been to New York.
My family was pretty isolated in New York because they were in different cities.
I remember when I first got my visa, my sister was already pregnant with me, so I couldn`t have my baby.
My mother was in her 50s.
My father was in his 60s.
She was very frail and had arthritis.
My mother had to have a wheelchair.
So, we would drive for hours and hours, sometimes up to two hours to get to our family`s house.
I would always ask, Why?
Why are you going to New Yorker?
My sister would say, Why don`t you go to New Yorkers?
I would say to her, We don`ve been here for four years.
They would say they`re not going to come.
My sister-wife was a teacher.
I would go to her house and I would have my sister take me to her home.
I had my little sister with me and we would walk the streets together.
When I was in the United States, I did visit New Yorkers.
I went for my brother-in law’s wedding.
My brother-and -sister-inlaw were in New Yorkers, but my sister said, My brother and sister are married now.
I had a friend who was married to an American and had an American passport.
My friend asked me, Why do you have an American husband?
My friend said, Why is it so important?
I had to go to the American embassy and go through the application process, and then I had to get the visa.
When my brother and I got married, I went back to New England to go through that process again, because I was still pregnant with my daughter.
I did that twice and it was really stressful.
My family is not going anywhere.
I love my parents dearly.
My daughter is 16 now.
We are getting married in November.
I don`T have any children.
I have been trying to get my visa for a couple of years.
When it comes to the kids, I am not sure if I`ll have them when they are older.
I want them to grow up in a place where they can learn English, go to university, go back to their own country.
My mum is very good at what she does.
My dad is very, very good, too.
We`ve never been on a trip together.
I think that was my biggest problem.
When they`ve come back from a trip abroad, my mum is always worried about how my brother is going to react to the situation and how she`ll handle it.
I am very, really, really lucky that my mum and father`s lives are in a position where they`ll be safe.
When my mother went to Australia to visit her father, she didn`t bring her son with her.
She had to come with her sister.
She said, I can`t go with my brother.
So I went and had my sister bring him with her, because they`d never seen him.
When we got there, he`s very excited to see his mother.
My mum was so relieved.
My dad had been in the military for four decades, and he was very close to his family.
We were all very close.
But he had a different relationship with his family and he had never even seen my mother before.
He has a lot of kids now.
He has two boys, and one of them has been adopted by his mother, who has a child from another family.
My mom has been very protective of her daughter.
When we go to visit them, she will bring her husband with her and we sit with them, and she says, My son is very different from my brother, and they will always be in my arms.
My brother is in the army