Every story I read about the children separated from family hurts my heart more, and I feel as though it is a bit more difficult to breathe each time. It hits me deeply as my Abuela had to leave two of her four sons, my tios, behind in Cuba in order to build something for everyone here. Everything I have is thanks to that decision. I have sat and listened to the how hard that decision was, and how painful it was for her. Neither joined us until thirty were men with families of their own. They were fortunate as they stayed back with family, not in detention centers.
I cannot even fathom the greater pain that must be felt by these affected families. I don’t have any followers or much of a platform, but in every space I can, I will lend my voice to spread ways to help.
Ways to help families at the border: