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I was born and raised in the U.S. and married an Italian man more than 20 years ago. We live in Italy, and adopted our son from Mali, West Africa.
We were returning to Italy from Mali, having successfully completed the adoption process, sleepy boy in our arms...we were catching an 11:30 pm flight. As we went through the passport control and felt the eyes of Mali officials observing our newly-formed family, I wondered what they were thinking. I felt uncomfortable.

And then the official asked for our passports - one Italian, one U.S., and one from Mali. "Ah," he said, smiling, "a family with three passports. How wonderful!"
And we all beamed.