After a journey of more than 9,000 miles from Chennai, India to Chicago — with some detours — and living nearly 26 years in this country, finally I am preparing for my U.S. citizenship test this month. On this Fourth, I’m reflecting on what it means to belong someplace and what citizenship truly means.
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