Mourning My Birthplace: On Immigration, Family, and the Distance in Between
“When you’ve spent your life apart from a loved one, what prepares you for not knowing how to mourn?”
What I want for him now is peace and a chance to reclaim his words, if only for the last ones that are spoken.
What I want more than anything is to speak.
What I want more than anything is to be heard.
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“This is where I’ve come, to the America of lights and dreams. And if I am better off I cannot tell.”
Luis received the first coins he had ever held. “Keep these safe,” the man said. “You’ll need them.”