Dear Diary
Today I met Scott’s parents. They were very nice people, but I don’t think they understood the fact that I already know English. Every time that they would speak to me, they used easy words and spoke slowly. It was a long afternoon, but I think that they now starting to understand that I know what they are saying. Scott told me beforehand that they thought that I was only using him to get into America. I understood their thinking, but the questions they asked me got a little too personal. Finally, Scott told them that we needed to leave, and I was so thankful. Hopefully, they now know that I’m not going to leave their son as soon as I am a citizen.
The wedding is next week already. Time flew by; it feels like I just got off of the plane yesterday. To get married, Scott and I had to have an interview. They asked us many questions, to make sure that we weren’t marrying each other just so I could come to this country. I thought that the idea was a little far-fetched, but complied with what they wanted. We had to be careful to speak clearly and asked us many questions about each other. Other questions were why I came here, where I am going to live, have I met his parents and vice versa, etc. The process was serious, and if we gave too many wrong answers there would be a problem. I was nervous that they wouldn’t allow us to get married, even though we have good intentions. The interview went smoothly, thankfully.
I’m feeling a little nervous about the wedding. I know Scott very well, but I can’t shake off the feeling. My cousin told me that it's what everyone gets before a wedding, and I know it's true.