Guayaba

by Dr Mirelsie Velázquez (she/her)

This piece is part of a series by the Global Vision Initiative titled “Every Dish, A Struggle”. To read more, please head to our Medium account or to our website here.

I think a lot about what home means to me. A scent. A taste. The warm familiarity of hope the second I step out of the airport. Sadness. Forgiveness. A memory I hope doesn’t fade. At the market I try to avoid it. I pass it by even when I yearn to taste home. When I try to remember you. Remember home.