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Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Bring Them Home

My big brother Chris took good care of me when I was little. As the oldest in our family, Chris babysat me and taught me the ways of the world (the important stuff... you know, MC Hammer, Queen, etc.) I remember sitting with Chris for hours while he took things apart and rebuilt them, loud music blaring. I remember watching him pass the sacrament and then crying over him when he went to the MTC. I remember writing him letters while he was on his mission in Japan and receiving letters back. I even made him cassette tapes to listen to, although I'm sure they were terrible. He always pretended they were priceless. :)

When Chris came home from his mission, I was overjoyed. Having him back made things right with the world again. Then a few months later (I really don't know how long), Kiyomi came to stay with us while she got set up to go to Weber State University. Chris had taught Kiyomi on his mission, and she was so much fun, we wanted to keep her forever. I remember teaching her English words and she thought me Japanese. She made me cute cards with stickers and drew pictures for me. They came to my third grade class and taught the other kids about Japanese culture. I still laugh every time I think of the time we spent teaching Kiyomi how to say our last name "Miller". It was so hard for her but she was determined to learn everything there was to learn. We were lucky enough to have her join our family August 1995. After their wedding, Chris and Kiyomi moved to Provo where Chris was going to BYU, and Kiyomi had their first child Jordan.

Jordan was special. He was my very first nephew and I absolutely ADORED him. I was 12 years old when he was born and wanted to spend every minute with him. I fed him, changed him, babysat him, held him while he slept... I taught him some of his first words and he taught me how to say "bread" in Japanese. I showed him off to all my friends, and they also adored him. I remember his third birthday the most, watching him slide down the slide and say "weeee!" He was the happiest child. They have four children now, three girls Julia, Jasmine, and Jaelyn.
Aren't they beautiful?

Kiyomi was here in the US with us for most of my life. She has the most HILARIOUS personality. Her sense of humor is dry like ours, and when she tells jokes they are subtle and make you laugh out loud. She is beautiful and takes wonderful care of her children. Having her in our family felt like we finally had a piece that was missing.

While Steve and I were off on our adventure in Kansas/Army, Chris and Kiyomi moved their family to Japan to live with Kiyomi's father. Kiyomi's mother died and her father helped them while Chris found a job and did what he needed to do to provide for their family. While we were happy for Kiyomi to spend time with her own family, we missed them and have waited (im)patiently for them to come back home to the USA.

Chris works a regular job and has spent years working on DiddaDo Proofs in his "spare" time. He finally got it up and running this year, and they are ready to come home. Our wonderful country, however, says Kiyomi has been out of the country too long. He can come back, and their four children are welcome, but Kiyomi and her elderly father are a different story.

This wonderful family who have worked hard, paid taxes, own a home here in Utah, and raised their children here, are not allowed to come back into the country together. The trip to the embassy alone will cost them about $1,500 and they don't know what answer they will get when they do get there.

Long story short, my family needs your prayers. The system is broken, and the only solution we can see is to pray. Pray hard and in large numbers that our sister can come home.

1 comment:

  1. AMEN. Obama welcomes illegal aliens, who have sneaked across our borders, with open arms . . . but people who belong here, who have completely legitimate families here, who do their best to enter and emigrate legally . . . they are treated like they are terrorists.


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