The problem was the visa renewal. To get a titre de séjour as a parent of a French child (her daughter, Marième, was born here), the préfecture demanded proof of "sufficient resources." Or, failing that, proof of insufficient resources to justify social aid.
Aminata dialed the number for the fourth time. The robotic voice on the other end of the Centre des Impôts line said, in perfect, unfeeling French: "All our agents are busy. Please try again later."
She clicked.
She had tried everything. The first time, she used a public computer at the library, but the PDF wouldn't load. The second time, she forgot her tax number—she'd never filed, so she didn't have one. The third time, the website crashed.
"I'm not crying, ma puce ," she whispered, holding the warm paper. "I'm holding something. It's a document that says I have nothing. And it's the most valuable thing I own."
The screen blinked. A new message appeared:
