The day immigration came to our door.

In late October, my wife and I were in the middle of our normal annual fall cleanup for our yard – trimming back the plants and raking leaves. As we were working, two men came walking up the sidewalk and started asking my wife something in Spanish. After opening a translator app on her phone, she was able to figure out that they were asking if we had any work that we could hire them to do.

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