I knew this was coming, it happens to every undocumented person in America. It is simply a matter of time. A close family member back home dies. You are unable to leave this country, unable to travel home, to say goodbye, to bury your dead. You can afford a calling card but, try as you might to influence the funeral arrangements, you’re not there. You’re in one of those nightmares where you scream and scream and nobody can hear you. It was our turn now.
