Nostalgia washes over me, and I envision a sparkling, blue-green ocean, coconuts scattered around palm trees, and people enjoying the warm breeze with loved ones. No, I am not describing Hawaii or other famous tropical paradises. I am describing Guam. It is a beautiful, tiny island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean and was my home for ten years. Four years ago, I had to leave my home. Mom told my sisters and I, “Girls, we’re moving to...