My mom. I’m a first-generation daughter to immigrants. My mom put her life on the road whereas pregnant with me to depart our homeland, Cuba, out of religion for a greater life. What she went by means of since arriving on this nation has been completely heartbreaking.
The battle that immigrants on this county need to endure is terrible. I did not perceive this after I was youthful as a result of I, myself, was going by means of excessive abuse in all methods, and I separated myself from her. I wished to depart so badly that I ended up homeless as a teen for some time till I discovered my footing.
My mom and I had actual hardships and large mountains in our paths. I used to be traumatized, scared, abused, and misplaced in life because of all of the hardships we went by means of, and to be trustworthy, I didn’t begin to reconnect together with her till I began alone therapeutic journey.
When I began to see how capitalist society and racist programs affected her well-being, I grew compassionate and understood that what we went by means of wasn’t her fault.
Watching my mom enable herself to heal by means of connecting again with me has been inspirational. Each time we get collectively, it will get simpler to inform her I really like her. I now know she did the perfect she may with what she had whereas additionally going by means of psychological well being points that nobody cared about.
This is why religious activism means a lot to me; it’s greater than liberating ourselves, it is usually liberating our dad and mom, grandparents, and ancestors.