From a very young age, the word papers echoed through my household, a term that only brought confusion to my mind. I would think to myself, there's blank white paper in the basement. But as I grew older, the weight of that word started to sink in.It wasn't about literal sheets of paper. It was about a sense of belonging, about legal recognition, and ultimately the future of my family. Most of my childhood was spent sitting in immigration offices.The details of those places still vivid. The musky scent of ol ...