My little boy looked at me and I wondered how a nine-year-old could have galaxies in his eyes.
“Momma,” he whispered and I shushed him, hugging him to my chest. I caressed the soft mocha skin of his cheek.
“It’ll be alright, little one. Nothing will happen to you.” Was that true?
I didn’t know. All I knew was the love I saw in my little boy’s eyes and the lengths I would go to protect it.
MY SISTER AND I
My sister and I saw our life flash before our eyes.
Pledging allegiance to the United States flag in elementary school.
Knowing the history of our founding fathers better than the history of our native country.
Only understanding when we were older what it truly meant to be undocumented immigrants.
My sister paused from highlighting a sentence in her Anatomy textbook. Would she still be allowed to study medicine?
I thought of my CPA license. Would I still be allowed to pursue accounting?
I didn’t know. All I knew was that our parents brought my sister and I to this country because they wanted us to have the freedom they never had, and we would not let their love go to waste.
TWO GIRLS IN LOVE
We planned to be married next fall, her ivory lace dress against the backdrop of gold and crimson.
Our marriage was one of the reasons we moved to New York. The other was because she was a city girl at heart. Personally, I was always a farm girl, born and bred with miles of green space, but love was about seeing her happy. There was nothing more freeing to me than her smile.
The morning we woke up to the news, her fingers went instinctively to her engagement ring. Our silence spoke our worries. Would we be safe here?
I didn’t know. All I knew was that our love was something no one could ever take away.
© Jade M. Wong 2016
Written for Monday Morning Melts #2 and inspired by the aftermath of a newly elected president here in my side of the world. I believe love will always trump hate.
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