But it’s there, in a glance that lingers too long, or in the silence when I pass by. It was one of the proudest moments of our lives, a symbol of our commitment to this country and the life we are building here. Many immigrants share the same quiet worry, the same questions at the back of the mind: Am I really accepted? When walking, I always step aside on a narrow pavement to let someone pass comfortably. But I think kindness is not weakness.