Youngest daughter, Rachel, with the mother of my “Faraway Daughter” Yajaira Ruiz. Hortencia came this morning with egg and sausage — a Mexican dish that Rachel loves. She also brought cheese tortillas. She laughed and hugged Rachel, and wiped tears, and hugged Rachel, chatted brightly with Deborah and Rach, and sometimes turned to wipe those tears, and then went away. I thought about the fact that it has been over four years since she could hug her Youngest Daughter, and now, I’m crying, too. I could almost promise you that there are tears falling in that trailer across the lane where a Mama, who loves her girlie as much as I love mine, is once again reminded that immigration (and its complications) is far more than a legal issue.
Ah, my Lupe-girl. How very much your family has paid for choices made — not only BY them, but FOR them.