It's Hard - Day 4

Here I am writing my post. It a rushed post. I admit it. But I must stay consistent and keep writing. I've been hyper-aware of things that are part of my culture that is beautiful and worthy of being told. The way I drink my coffee or the way we find ways to make ends meet.
But aside from the somewhat normal problems, we face when aiming for a better life, the political climate has also taken a toll on my emotional state. Although I am somewhat "safe," this luxury does not extend to my parents and those that I love. And I realized this deep fear yesterday while I was driving.
I was heading to work and saw two cops stop a man who looked like my next door neighbor, as I was passing by I could see the anguish in the man's face, I could see that he was afraid. I couldn't help but tear up. I was seeing someone become detained. And although it is not common for the LA local police to share information with ICE agents over a traffic stop, I could sympathize with those who have been stopped by agents and later deported. What a heart-wrenching act.
I write this with a knot in my throat and pray for all those whose paths have been altered. I am unable to offer anything at the moment, but what I can say is that their stories will be told.