Country-born Novels & Stories

Yet, it seemed Giovanni directed all his anger toward Darren instead. "Foreigners should stay out of our business," Giovanni said to Darren. Darren scoffed, sass embedded in every atom of that sound. He was born in Britain, and his parents were a mix of British and Italian, which was why he had lived most of his life in Italy. I wondered how Giovanni could immediately tell that Darren wasn’t fully Italian. Perhaps it was because I had used his name.

Can you imagine the agony of such a situation? Phoebe countered, "But you're not a Norvanian anymore, and these people aren't your fellow citizens." Mila persisted, "If I had been born in Norvania, raised in Sunterland, and grown up there, perhaps I'd share your perspective. But that's not my reality. "I was born, raised, and educated in Norvania. I experienced the best years of my childhood here. Before going abroad, I dreamed of succeeding and returning to serve my homeland.

I hadn’t thought about any of this, so I’m definitely interested. “Finland or Poland would be good options.” He says before pulling out his phone and sliding it over to me. I see the open tabs all covering statistics for the best countries to give birth and the reasons all listed out. He’s right and it makes me wonder about how many kids in foster care could have had a mother die due to pregnancy and birth complications. “Okay, well I’m convinced, but wouldn’t our child need US citizenship if born in another country?” I ask. “No, a child who has two parents who are both citizens automatically have citizenship when they come into the states.” He explains.

It was messy, but everything seemed "perfect to my eyes." "Gerald," he replied simply and casually. Yes, the name is only Caucasians. Certainly, his birth was also abroad. My soul, struggling, wants to know where his country is from. Between Europe and America, Caucasians. Or from Canada? Or Australia? Apparently, he grew up here. He was not visible, his fur accent. Talk like a local. "Why just came in?"

"That's where we were born. It was a crime to have mixed babies, so Dad convinced Mom to move to Amsterdam so she could have us and be safe. I think Cane's still mad at her for that." "Mad? Why would he be mad? What would have happened if you'd been born here?" "She might have been put in prison. He's upset because on our birth certificates, we're Dutch. There's no tribal affiliation. Here a child isn't just South African, they're Zulu or Xhosa... Identity was always important to Cane. He felt like us being born in another country stole something from him." "And you?"

Darwin said with satisfaction as he hung up. Ericka gives birth to her fourth child, a boy, and names him after Darwin's father and her own father, who has already passed away. It wasn't too difficult; it was more like relocating her extras “We will now refer to you as Raul Ebrahim." Unlike her other three children, who were born abroad, Ericka promptly registered her baby son in the local registrar's office. She also questions how they can be citizens of the country when the mother is a local citizen and the father is a foreign national.

I had never discussed this with him before, and I didn't know he saw wealth that way. When he saw the look in my eyes, he gently said, "What's wrong? Didn’t you expect your husband to be like this?" I nodded vigorously. "But when you say 'country', which country are you talking about?" I asked that because he was born in Nocturnia and had grown up in multiple countries. Even ATL Empire's subsidiaries were spread across the globe. I was curious about which country he wanted to protect. "No matter where I go or how many countries I visit, I’ll always think I’m from Zydan," he said solemnly. "Only in Zydan do I feel warmth, hope, and democracy. Nowhere else offers these qualities. That’s why Zy

People like them will never understand the struggle I've been through. Five years ago, I left my family. I started my life working at a car repair and auto shop as an errand boy. That time I barely got a dollar every day, enough to feed myself. Good thing they at least provide me water to drink and a place to stay. It may not be enough to call home, but at least enough as a place to survive. At the very least, it's way better than our house.