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  • When I was little, I was at the airport going through customs with my mom, and she was not a US citizen at the time, so she had a green card, which also known as an Alien Card. So she hands the card to the immigration officer, and of course every little kid knows that aliens are green. So I put two and two together - Aliens are green. That card is green. And it says "alien" on it.

    My mother must be an alien.

    My face went white and I was going to pass out, and she’s like, are you ok!??! and my dad had to catch me.

    And then the immigration officer nicely explained to me that “alien” also refers to people who are not US citizens. Which also confused me, because then I thought that maybe Florida was not a part of the US.

    But thankfully my parents got a great laugh outta that one. And I moved on with my life, but I can remember the feeling, I was like, ohmygoshohmgoshohmygosh…. imagining my mother in a human suit but really being green underneath.

    The point of this story is that I still believe in Aliens, and they are probably really nice, and have kids, and speak Spanish.
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