Privileged from a young age I didn’t comprehend or appreciate what all my mother and father did for me. My father told me stories of his time spent in Colombia, he told me the struggles he faced, the trials he encountered, and the heartache he had when he left his family to come to America. I was too young to grasp the whole of his stories and to blind to see how far he would go to provide for his family. I like many others didn’t understand the depth of immigration and the consequences that affected families and loved ones.
I would have remained ignorant if it wasn’t for the knock on my door that cold February morning. I didn’t know what was next for my family and I. Where are we supposed to go from here? How could these people come into our home and take away everything I ever knew in a matter of minutes? Realizing the harden hearts of people, the neglect to uphold justice in the law, and the series of unfortunate events that my family endured tore me down physically and emotionally. Seven years of my life I weathered this storm. This is my journey.
Privileged from a young age I didn’t comprehend or appreciate what all my mother and father did for me. My father told me stories of his time spent in Colombia, he told me the struggles he faced, the trials he encountered, and the heartache he had when he left his family to come to America. I was too young to grasp the whole of his stories and to blind to see how far he would go to provide for his family. I like many others didn’t understand the depth of immigration and the consequences that affected families and loved ones.
I would have remained ignorant if it wasn’t for the knock on my door that cold February morning. I didn’t know what was next for my family and I. Where are we supposed to go from here? How could these people come into our home and take away everything I ever knew in a matter of minutes? Realizing the harden hearts of people, the neglect to uphold justice in the law, and the series of unfortunate events that my family endured tore me down physically and emotionally. Seven years of my life I weathered this storm. This is my journey.
Privileged from a young age I didn’t comprehend or appreciate what all my mother and father did for me. My father told me stories of his time spent in Colombia, he told me the struggles he faced, the trials he encountered, and the heartache he had when he left his family to come to America. I was too young to grasp the whole of his stories and to blind to see how far he would go to provide for his family. I like many others didn’t understand the depth of immigration and the consequences that affected families and loved ones.
I would have remained ignorant if it wasn’t for the knock on my door that cold February morning. I didn’t know what was next for my family and I. Where are we supposed to go from here? How could these people come into our home and take away everything I ever knew in a matter of minutes? Realizing the harden hearts of people, the neglect to uphold justice in the law, and the series of unfortunate events that my family endured tore me down physically and emotionally. Seven years of my life I weathered this storm. This is my journey.
Privileged from a young age I didn’t comprehend or appreciate what all my mother and father did for me. My father told me stories of his time spent in Colombia, he told me the struggles he faced, the trials he encountered, and the heartache he had when he left his family to come to America. I was too young to grasp the whole of his stories and to blind to see how far he would go to provide for his family. I like many others didn’t understand the depth of immigration and the consequences that affected families and loved ones.
I would have remained ignorant if it wasn’t for the knock on my door that cold February morning. I didn’t know what was next for my family and I. Where are we supposed to go from here? How could these people come into our home and take away everything I ever knew in a matter of minutes? Realizing the harden hearts of people, the neglect to uphold justice in the law, and the series of unfortunate events that my family endured tore me down physically and emotionally. Seven years of my life I weathered this storm. This is my journey.
Privileged from a young age I didn’t comprehend or appreciate what all my mother and father did for me. My father told me stories of his time spent in Colombia, he told me the struggles he faced, the trials he encountered, and the heartache he had when he left his family to come to America. I was too young to grasp the whole of his stories and to blind to see how far he would go to provide for his family. I like many others didn’t understand the depth of immigration and the consequences that affected families and loved ones.
I would have remained ignorant if it wasn’t for the knock on my door that cold February morning. I didn’t know what was next for my family and I. Where are we supposed to go from here? How could these people come into our home and take away everything I ever knew in a matter of minutes? Realizing the harden hearts of people, the neglect to uphold justice in the law, and the series of unfortunate events that my family endured tore me down physically and emotionally. Seven years of my life I weathered this storm. This is my journey.
Velma Cariaga is a Houston based artist. She earned her Bachelors of Fine Arts in Photography and Digital Media from the University of Houston.
Cariaga specializes in fashion, portraits, events, and weddings. Through video she documents her families struggle with immigration in hopes to bring more awareness to the issues faced today. As well as shedding light on different up and coming artists and entrepreneurs.