Isla Gomez

I gave him updates on my grades.

I gave him updates on my finals.

Well, I can't show to him my projects since they're all, like, online-based because they're all, like, floor plans, stuff like that.

But I, like, give him the visual analysis.

It's quite literally a prison where people that actually committed real crimes would be in.

Like, he's in a jail cell where it's just like 10 times worse.

I don't want to say he's in full panic, but he's really feeling it.

Even so on the phone, like I can hear himself let go.

There's something wrong.

My anxiety has been over the roof.

It just feels like it's so hard to get through your day.

It's so hard.

You cannot tell me they'll be taking my dad and he will be in Brazil for the next 10 years up until we can reapply for him.

That does not cross my mind.

As much as I would love to stay here and be like, yeah, my family is going to reunite in Brazil.

It can't be a plan due to the fact that my parents have worked way too damn hard, too many years of their damn life to come here.

Mm-hmm.

I will be continuing college.

And if anything, I will be continuing their success times that by 100.

I refuse to believe that they'll be throwing that away.