Redheaded Rambles

It was a Tuesday, two days after our mother was killed, that my brother Kamal and I ate the leftovers of the last meal she had made for us. We ate her last rotis - which are a type of South Asian flatbread. She had made the rotis from scratch the night before she died. Along with the last bite of our food that Tuesday came the realization that this was the last meal made by the hands of our mother that we will ever eat in our lifetime. Senators, my mother was our biggest fan, our biggest supporter. She was always there for us. She always had a smile on her face. But, now she’s gone. Because of a man who hated her because she wasn’t his color? His religion?… She was an American. And this was not our American dream.