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infested
It was an unbearably hot apartment, if you could even call it an apartment at all. We could not afford to run the small AC unit in the bedroom. It was infested with roaches when we got there. German wood roaches, the kind that get into your electronics: laptops, microwaves, digital alarm clocks. They even manage to invade your refrigerator.I feel sick when I remember that time and that place: a young, sort-of single mother, wanting to be loved, to give love, to move to a place where her child could dream, without bugs, kissed by cool evening air, soft summer breeze.I pray for the mothers who wake every morning in a heat eternal, where the struggle to find easy breath, the burn of their feet to the fire never ends. I would say to them: this ugly place is not your home. It is only a house of wood or brick, and houses, no matter how sturdy they seem, can change.Your home is your heart and I hope there you find a breeze: cool and gentle, to carry you to a knowing of possibility and a belief that things can change: that the world, that this day, can and will be better than all that we can see and know.
infested
It was an unbearably hot apartment if you could even call it an apartment at all. We could not afford to run the small AC unit in the bedroom. It was infested with roaches when we got there, German wood roaches, the kind that get into your electronics: laptops, microwaves, digital alarm clocks. They even manage to invade your refrigerator. I feel sick when I remember that time and that place: a young, sort-of single mother, wanting to be loved, to give love, to move to a place where her child could dream, without bugs, kissed by cool evening air, soft summer breeze. I pray for the mothers who wake every morning in a heat eternal, where the struggle to find easy breath, the burn of their feet to the fire never ends. I would say to them: this ugly place is not your home, it is but a house and houses can change. Your home is your heart and I hope there you find a breeze: cool and gentle, to carry you to a knowing of possibility and a believe that things can change: that the world, that this day can and will be better than all that we can see.