The items I would bring would be pictures of my family, one
portrait of my mom and dad when they got married, a photograph of my husband
myself and my kids (when they were still at home) and finally one of my family
including my daughters in law and grandbabies.
I would take these items because they are irreplaceable and
do not need technology to run so they would be my comfort items regardless of
the place I am sent to. My phone,
computer, kindle, etc. are all nice to have but in primitive circumstances they
would be useless and they can all be replaced.
My family is my anchor and without them life would be
pointless for me. My feelings would be
as long as we are together life is good.
If I had to give up 2 of my pictures, I guess it would be the one of my
parents being married, because they are remembered in my head and the picture
of my kids when they were younger because again I have those images in my
head. My most precious possession would
be the photo that includes my entire family because it will get me through the
rough times if I need a reason to struggle through.
Thinking about how hard such an adjustment would be, it
seems impossible. I imagine other
refugees fleeing their countries and coming to America or other countries must
be overwhelmed as well. How comforting a
friendly smile or a gift bag with clean clothes or toys for the children would
be. It makes me think that I should do
more to reach out to those in my own community who are refugees and see if
there is a need that I could help them with.
My family culture is so ingrained that I do not even think
about our family is different from everyone else’s. It’s just the way we are and relocating
without knowledge of where we are going or if we will be allowed to stay
together is unthinkable. It makes me
appreciate what I have. Freedom to have
the flexibility to decide my family’s cultural practices.