Artwork by Oyku Derin Ersoy Children of immigrants are familiar with the silent ways our parents say I love you . A knock at your door followed by sliced fruit or a pot on the stove with your favorite meal.  My dad is the stoic type. In my twenty-one years, I have known him to be a man of very few words. Once I turned eighteen, that changed. I became a person then. I was rarely ever told that my parents were proud of me until I got older, and they started having to face the reality of their...