When I and my sisters reunited it felt like I was complete. It felt, to me, like there was a piece of me that was put back in its place. It suddenly dawned on me though, the situation we were in. We were again living in a bedroom the 7 of us sharing it with my mother’s youngest sister and her young family. We were down worse than ever before.
Out of it though I saw one thing that shone above all else. It was my mom. All the years of fighting and oppression and fear. I think in her mind she felt a sense of relief. A sense of security. A sense of peace amidst the chaos that we were in. See, my mom conceived me when she was 20 years old. Young, naive. Blinded by the word that is LOVE as we all are. I’m not saying love is a bad thing. It’s wonderful. When love is unconditional it is one of the most wonderful feelings you will ever have felt in your life. It is we who make love complicated.
After my dad got out of the center we got back together as a family with high hopes of change. A new and rejuvenated US. It was different. Although it felt to me like something had been broken and that although we were trying yo piece it back together it just didn’t feel right anymore. after a month or so the fighting went back, the violence continued and we were back to square one.
