Everything happens for a reason. That's what I try to remind myself as the world around me seems to be spinning of its axis, tragically transforming people's lives in ways they had not, could not , imagine. I've felt an ache in my chest with every new administrative decision our new government has made, a nauseating sensation I haven't been able to shake away regardless of what I do. Twenty-one years ago, my parents left the country they knew, the language they were comfortable in, the families who held their hearts, and embarked on a new journey in the United States, the land of the free. They left a beautiful homeland decorated in olive and fig trees. They left the comfort of a home they knew to walk around in with their eyes closed and embraced life in an unfamiliar country, where they aspired to DREAM. I learned the definition of dreaming in this country. From the simple question of "What do you want to be when you grow up?" to the sayin...