This was the fourth time I was visiting this building in the last two years and one would have thought that by now, I would be used to the atmosphere this room in particular had. For me it was a daunting experience each time. Everyone in this room wanted the same thing, some were given others were denied I was denied three times already so I basically had no hope this time around. The only reason why I came was because Mummy Pat believed that this was my time. “EsiEsi-Tawanda...” a low flat male voice called my name and I stood up and confidently walked toward the glass window that separated the man that called me and him. “Welcome to the American Embassy” the man said with his really strong American accent, “May I please have all your paper work, Ma’am.” As I handed him my documents I could literally feel everyone’s eyes on me. Watching the Embassy official go through my paper work was intense because I kept saying to myself quietly “If this VISA is denied again, am not going through this crying business again. I am not.” The tall middle built Embassy Official then looked straight at me, gave me a knowing smile and said as if it were not real “Your VISA has beeen granted. Come back and pick up your Passport at 4pm tomorrow.” Carrying a big smile on my face, I walked out of the freezing building feeling as though I had just been baptized. I felt like the Sun was shining in a different way, I felt like the security guards were smiling a lot more than when I came inI simply couldn’t believe it! As I went through the last security check-point, my feelings overwhelmed me and memories of how my last three visits had been, all came to me. Tears strolled down my face and I didn’t want to wipe them. Outside the building, Patricia Littiya my Mother’s best friend whom I now called Mummy was waiting for me the whole time I was being interviewed. From a distance she saw me walking out of the building and she drove in m