On a recent visit back home to Ghana, my father discovered a box filled with his late father’s writings. Unbeknownst to any of us, my grandfather had kept every letter he received from four of his children who traveled abroad. There are letters from one daughter who emigrated to New Zealand and then to Australia, from a daughter who went to Liberia and then to the U.S., from a son who left for England and then to the U.S., and some from another son, my father, who followed his older sister to Liberia before coming to American. In addition to each original letter, my grandfather attached to it a carbon copy of his response. In these letters are my family’s immigration stories.