Why I Will Never Move Back to the United States
I live in a third-world country.
When I’m in Casablanca, I go to the market with my mom every few weeks to buy fresh fruits produce from the vendors lining the streets in a nearby neighborhood.
One Saturday afternoon, as we stood getting our oranges and bananas weighed, a man on a bicycle was buying a watermelon. Suddenly he told the vendor, “hey, can you…