I asked my parents if we could stay for a little longer since there was so much in the city I haven’t checked out yet, like the Empire State Building or Coney Island. “We don’t want to bother your Āyí any longer,” Bàba replied. Māmā added on, “Yeah, I don’t like my sister that much anyway.” As we crossed the bridge once more, I saw the Statue of Liberty on the other side of the harbor. It was tiny, but I could just make out the green lady holding up the torch. I don’t know what the immigrants in the past thought of the statue, but I do know that New York City became a home for them. After all, it is the original melting