My paternal grandmother and I.
I miss her so much.
The last time I saw her and hugged her was July 1997. 
Every time we talked on the phone she would always ask, “¿mí niña cuando vas a venir? Ya te quiero ver y abrazar”
I always longed to see her, but I couldn’t. 
I have always thought of this country as the golden cage. The bars might be golden yet it is still a prison. 
My grandmother died in 2007. 
The day I was DACA approved earlier this spring I cried, I remembered my grandmother and I cried. she would always tell me that she hoped things would get better. 
I just wish she were still alive so I could tell her…

My paternal grandmother and I.

I miss her so much.

The last time I saw her and hugged her was July 1997.
Every time we talked on the phone she would always ask, “¿mí niña cuando vas a venir? Ya te quiero ver y abrazar”

I always longed to see her, but I couldn’t.

I have always thought of this country as the golden cage. The bars might be golden yet it is still a prison.

My grandmother died in 2007.

The day I was DACA approved earlier this spring I cried, I remembered my grandmother and I cried. she would always tell me that she hoped things would get better.

I just wish she were still alive so I could tell her…


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