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thecafeconlecheproject 's review for:
The Undocumented Americans
by Karla Cornejo Villavicencio
“When I scan the room, I see men lighter & darker than my father, some older, most younger - they speak harsher, softer, mumbling, or sung, but I see my fathers face in everyone, and I know this astigmatism will always be with me; the light will always fall this way.”
Reading this sequence of words brought tears to my eyes as a matter of fact, reading something of sort about the hard work that fathers subject themselves to always makes me cry. Maybe its because it reminds me of the time that my dad told me that even now, years & years later, he physically feels a *tingle* in his hands when we drive past fields because it reminds him of the years that he spent picking whatever harvest was in season to provide him with just enough to stay alive. Or maybe its because as the years go by & I can see the hairs on his face & hair become a lighter shade of gray - he continues to go to work like its the greatest gift he’s ever been given, because it means that he’s been able to give us everything we’ve ever needed & more.
I’ve seen some beautiful reviews about this book so I won’t waste your time with another. I just want to say how great it feels to now be a part of a generation that is able to put our history into words for all of the little brown kids that were made to feel like their voices and their stories didn’t matter, and if you’re someone that grew up feeling like that, support those voices brave enough to tell our stories in any way you can.
Reading this sequence of words brought tears to my eyes as a matter of fact, reading something of sort about the hard work that fathers subject themselves to always makes me cry. Maybe its because it reminds me of the time that my dad told me that even now, years & years later, he physically feels a *tingle* in his hands when we drive past fields because it reminds him of the years that he spent picking whatever harvest was in season to provide him with just enough to stay alive. Or maybe its because as the years go by & I can see the hairs on his face & hair become a lighter shade of gray - he continues to go to work like its the greatest gift he’s ever been given, because it means that he’s been able to give us everything we’ve ever needed & more.
I’ve seen some beautiful reviews about this book so I won’t waste your time with another. I just want to say how great it feels to now be a part of a generation that is able to put our history into words for all of the little brown kids that were made to feel like their voices and their stories didn’t matter, and if you’re someone that grew up feeling like that, support those voices brave enough to tell our stories in any way you can.