My son balls his hand into a fist. “I will punch the border patrol so they won’t take you mom.” Then he cries into my shoulder.
Your son's decree from the bathroom makes more sense than this country's existing immigration system.
Thank you so much for this writing. Tragic the wounds this existence in the U.S. has branded into your family's psyche. Never to be erased. But to be overcome somehow. Hopefully.
Your son's decree from the bathroom makes more sense than this country's existing immigration system.
Thank you so much for this writing. Tragic the wounds this existence in the U.S. has branded into your family's psyche. Never to be erased. But to be overcome somehow. Hopefully.