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What We Learned in 100 Days of Life Interrupted

  • July 06, 2020

Quarantine has been more like a failing heating system. Some days it’s extremely cold, almost unbearable. No amount of sweaters, comfort food or escapism can save you from your hurt and bitter thoughts. Other days, it’s neutral. It’s balanced out to a lukewarm atmosphere. These are the more hopeful days that feel like you have more control. Days like this fly by like summer nights; they are alluring and full of wishful whispers seeping faith into the rusty corners inside. Inevitably, the polar of your coldest days come, and you’re sweating uncomfortably before you know it. — Yeimy Gamez Castillo.

I decided to make my mom’s favorite cake, tres leches, on my own. We ordered balloons for her, a fluffy teddy bear, and simply dedicated the day to allow my mom to rest as we roamed around the house and kept everything clean and in order. But at the end of the night, I found her crying as she held her pillow. I didn’t know why I first. Then, I remembered that my mother didn’t have the same opportunity to say happy Mother’s Day to her mother. “I can’t wait to go to sleep tonight because I know that I’ll dream about her,” she said. That was when I knew that I have been taking this quarantine for granted. Yes, my life has changed so drastically. But at least I have the chance to hold my mother now more than ever. — Ashley Mendoza.

My godfather delivered news that my godmother had been on life support, because of Covid-19, for a couple of days. She worked as an immigration lawyer, helping people attain U.S. citizenship, and led a Latino choir at St. Stephen church in Paterson, N.J. She had a manner of bringing cheer and joy into any situation. The last time I talked to her, I was confused about a lot of things. I didn’t know what classes to take, nor what I wanted to do with my life. And she told me that, so long as I made time for God, so long as I continued to follow him, the paths would continue to open for me. My godmother’s passing filled me with sadness. I lost motivation to do anything. I took a break from everything. Days went on. But again, I found solace in prayer and in talking to the people around me. I realized that my godmother wouldn’t want me to be sad. — Jacob Amaro.

Article source: https://www.nytimes.com/2020/07/06/style/pandemic-diaries-college-students.html

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