Cover Photo: Jonas Verstuyft via Unsplash
Jonas Verstuyft via Unsplash

Untimely Immigrants: My Family Within and Without, From Brazil to the United States

Each time I am lured by the mirage of progress, someone knocks at the door and I am reminded of being thirteen and having nightmares about ICE at our door.

My father migrates to the United States on September 9, 2001. He leaves our home in Brazil at dawn and arrives at the airport before the new morning’s first yawn. He is thirty-nine, a father of two, and out of opportunities, out of options, out of numbers on the clock.




thank God,

A Cup of Water Under My Bed,

Fernanda Cunha is a writer and jumper of made-up borders and nation-states. She's an upcoming student in UC Berkeley's Ethnic Studies PhD program. Her work has previously been featured in The Rumpus and The Feminist Wire.