Got about 75% through this when I was researching for #SeparatedByTheBorder
because my friend @cisneroscafe
recommended it. But the deeper I got into this amazingly researched piece of fiction about #immigration
the harder it was to keep reading. The story was too real. The pain was too much, the ache was overwhelming. Reading it and reading too many articles about #ZeroTolerancePolicy
often had me on my knees—not praying in the typical sense, but wailing—which is its own type of prayer, the groaning kind when words just don't come.
I had to put it down for my own mental health. And as much as I didn't want to, I knew I needed to.
Now, nearly a year after I began writing my own book, I had time and space and mental health enough to pick it back up, to finish it.
The story is still so very real, the pain so honest, the characters so very very human. In the end, I find myself asking the questions I think are important for all of us to ask: how far would we go for the sake of love? How far would we go for our own children? How far would we let others go for their children? How selfish is too selfish? How many double standards do we allow because of privilege? +
These are the questions that will stay with me. This is a book that will stay with me, tucked around my hips like the little toes that find their perfect spot when I carry my 3-year-old daughter. I don't tell those toes to go there, they just do.