May 11, 2017
It’s Mother’s Day. I lost my mother to the border a few months ago, lost my mother to the motherland. On most days, the mundane activities of life make it easy to forget that im missing the womb that housed me. On other days, it gets hard to come to a home that no longer feels like home. I think of my mother, the woman who crossed the border at 7 months pregnant hoping to give birth to a child that would grant her the American dream 21 years later. I’m 24 now, but laws are hard and keeping families together seems harder. I love you from here to Oaxaca, and as hopeless as this country makes me feel, I will continue to fight to bring you home, to bring you back to me.
