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My home was where I was born, expended my childhood and created my own family. I am from Colombia, but I moved to U.S.A. in November 2003. I love this country where everyone has many opportunities. It is beautiful and you have a good quality of life,…

In my backyard, at my house in Escondido, I planted a garden of mint. It has the same smell as the garden I have in my backyard at my other house in my home country, Syria. Every day, I pick mint leaves and eat it with my food, and recall my…

This picture is of my house, in Escondido, and my family is very happy. We own our dream house in America.

Thirteen years ago there existed a special place for my family to visit. A beautiful park next to the North County Fair Mall. The trees, grass, rocks and pond have remained in my family’s hearts to this day, especially because this area no longer…

While exploring the interesting city where I am now living, I ran across an attractive stained-glass window shop and, to my surprise, it reminded me of similar works I had done a number of years ago in my home in Lima Peru. It was good to see that…

My home is where my memories are. For me these memories come alive when I see a train or hear a familiar “choo-choo.” I am transported to my happy childhood when I would travel every year with my family throughout the Mexican countryside. On these…

This photo of my cousins was taken in Gulbahar, Afghanistan in 1950. Gulbahar is located 76 km above the nation’s capital, Kabul. Gulbahar, a place I visited in my childhood, is a small town filled with mulberry trees. Some would even say that they…