What do I see? I see yesterday. I see the streets of Chicago. Life wasn't easy but when is life ever easy?
What do I see? I see love, even when I didn't love myself.
What do I see? I see home. My senses stimulated with the aroma of herbs and spices. The sound of improvisation, complex rythms, soulful, melodic riffs. The warmth of laughter, ancestry, hospitality.
What do I see? I see family. I see generations of pride, struggles, traditions, love.
What do I see? I see a soul. A soul that experienced loss and love.
I am full, life was lived.
What do I see? I see the love of God.
My mother didn't realize that I snapped a photo of her looking out the window at dinner.
"Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood"
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
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