I went South this fall; to the state of Louisiana. Hoping to familiarize myself with the black side of my family. Of course glad to see family members, but more eager to be apart of their routine and dive into the culture that is part of me, but has been absent in my upbringing and daily life. For me; it was important to understand my family, in order to understand my identity.
Talking with my grandmother about her dreams and shooting her ex-husband in the arm. Politely nodding my head at my aunt after an hour long conversation about God. Giving my uncle Fig Newton's because he can no longer walk. Not only was this experience inspiring, but joyful. These people have been absent from my life for years, but they have made me feel loved and understood despite our coastal and cultural distances.
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