I was trying to get US visas for Grace and kids because my mother is very eager to see Honey and Dana, her only grandchildren. Likewise, my eldest has her passion for Cinderella and Snow White so we planned to bring her to Disneyland. Because I am a holder of a B1-B2 visa and I previously travelled to the United States, they are qualified to apply through drop box.

We were advised that processing of such application takes four weeks. After five weeks, I followed it up with the Embassy Call Center. The agent told me there had been a change in the procedures for the drop box and it caused its delay. While at the hospital for my tonsillectomy, my officemate received the documents from the Embassy. It contained a letter requesting us for an interview. And because of my recent throat operation, we were able to appear at the Embassy on September 16.

It was raining hard that day. We actually shared with a stranger on a taxi just to catch the schedule. From Gate 4, we proceeded to the non-immigrant visa office. I presented the letter and passports at Window 2. We settled on the first row seats.

Many of those waiting were also drop box applicants who were also requested to appear for interview. It was very tiring waiting for our names to be called especially with our children who lacked sleep. We waited patiently and observed those who were being interviewed. Many applications were denied. What caught my attention was this old couple, both retired teachers, whose visa was approved only for the wife. "How about my husband?", she asked. I never heard what was the consul's response but obviously he was denied. I felt bad for the old couple; why would Embassy deprive them to enjoy travelling together. As I can see, there are few years left for each other in this world. Another was this lady who seemed screaming because her 10-year old visa was not renewed.

After two and a half hours, our turn came. The lady consul asked for my financial documents so I presented our savings account and a letter stating that my dependents are entitled to free airline tickets. The foregoing was our conversation:

Consul: So, you're receiving this much... What does your wife do?
Me: She stays at home with our kids.

C: How about your children?
M: My eldest is attending a day care class.

C: Where do you plan to stay?
M: With my parent... with my mother.

C: Where is your father?
M: He has his own family now; they were separated for a long time.

C: May I see your passport. Why do you have two entries in a month?
M: I travelled to Europe from US and returned after a week.

C: How many weeks did you stay in US?
M: Two weeks.

C: Do you have house help?
M: Yes.

After a while, she finally said: "Even with free tickets, I don't think you'll be able to support your family on your trip." "My mother is willing to pay for our trip," I replied. "Even though," she answered back.

On our way out, my four-year old kid asked me "We don't have visas? Why didn't they give us visas? Probably next time..." I almost broke in tears for I know how much she would want to see her Grandma and her Disney friends. I couldn't imagine how frustrated my mom would be--she wouldn't see her two little sweethearts.

The issuance of a visa is indeed not a right but a privilege. But it's really odd. I can't exactly understand where they base their decision. It's something that is out of reality.

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