Today I had a nightmare.
Then I woke up, and realized that this had already happened.
In my dream I lived with my sister and mother. It was nighttime, my mother was asleep and I was cleaning my room. I heard my sister say there were cops outside. I quickly looked out the window and there were about five cop cars and a helicopter, with about ten officers walking around our house. There was also a woman there talking with them.
In my dream I was a citizen and I quickly went outside to ask them what they were doing there.
They told me they were there to arrest my mother.
I cannot remember most of it, but I vaguely remember a brown woman in my dream telling me that they were sorry that they were not doing it by choice. But that it was “their job.”
They came in the house and searched everything, making a mess of all our belongings.
I was strong in my dream, but when I woke up, just like when I was a child I wanted to run to my mom and tell her that I had a bad dream, but I couldn’t.
Because I realized that she was in Mexico and that this had already happened.
I can’t stop thinking about it.
I can’t stop thinking that my mom cannot enter the US for ten years, and that she will not be with me when I graduate from Harvard, and even typing this out hurts so much.
I need to leave for class in 5minutes.
I don’t think I can get it together in that amount of time, but I will try.
Te extraño mama.