I remember a dream that I had late last year. My Sister, My Mother and I were outside in front of our house. We were looking out at the neighborhood when I noticed, that in the sky, there were some violent clouds forming. As I watched, the clouds started to form into a shape. I soon realized that they were forming into a tornado; the tornado was coming our way. We ran into the house and hid where we could, as the tornado ripped through our house. At the same time, I was wondering where my Dad was. The tornado passed. We were fine. I went looking for my Dad in the house. He was in his usual place doing his usual thing: reading the newspaper in his bed, as though nothing had happened. At this point I woke up from the dream. At first, I felt angry. But as days passed and I thought more about the dream, I realized that my Dad had made peace with his situation. It was me that hadn't made peace with the situation. I must deal with the displacement of what my world had been and face my world as it is now.
art, photography by Juana Almaguer
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