My return

Sunday, September 4, 2011
Family gathers once again and everyone has questions, Y are you back? Did you get your papers?  I want to crawl in a hole and die.  I know they mean well and they are just curious about this process I am going through but their questions cut through like knives.  Why am I back?  Shouldn’t I be home with my husband, enjoying being a newlywed?  I find it hard to answer their questions with the not I have in my throat.  A stay strong and pray that I don’t break out in tears when I reply that I was told to wait three weeks or less for a reply.  Every one has more questions and I answer them to the best of my ability.  This is not an easy process and every day I remain in Mexico feels like I am further and further away from being home.  I try to make the best out of a long day with family and questions, lots of questions.  The men leave and the women gather to talk and laugh.  As I look around the circle I try to draw strength from all the wonderful women around me.  Life hasn’t been easy for any of them either and although we focus on the things that affect us I am glad to be in a place with “mujeres” that I can learn from and share with the time I have here.    

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