At the Airport
I was waiting for my husband at the airport when I saw that some case workers from Refugee Services were waiting there, too.
There were a few cameramen with them, and they all looked out excitedly toward the gate.
Soon a couple walked out from behind the corner carrying small, blue plastic bags. They were Somali refugees. A child clung to the woman’s back.
Refugee Services greeted the family. The laughter, cameras and presence of foreigners caused a little bit of a ruckus. After they had made their way to the baggage claim, the woman standing behind me asked me if I knew what the commotion was all about.
I told her they were a family of Somali refugees.
“Refugees!” she laughed. “I thought they were somebody important.”