“I watched my homeland fade away out the window.” For Isabella, the memory of leaving Venezuela is not a distant image she can easily place behind her. It is still close: the feeling of boarding a plane, watching the land below grow smaller, and knowing that returning would not be simple. "I would say when I left my country and traveled to the US," she said. "I remember boarding the plane and leaving Venezuela, knowing I wouldn’t be able to come back for many, many years."

Ms. Nancy had been an English teacher at my school for two years. Despite Ms. Nancy’s professionalism in literature and linguistics, all...

Perhaps at some stage in our lives, we had all been a “foreigner” once: migrating to another country, studying abroad, or even moving to...