Where did empathy go?

perhaps we are in a constant state of bliss or denial..
or the magnitude of the sadness and pain in this world are too great to fit our bodies


So.. I am an immigrant

I was 11
when I had to write
the definition of  the word immigrant
I thought of her
”My mother is an immi…”

At 16
my mother died
she stopped being my constant
she stopped being an immi
and I became one