Have you ever created a resume and applied for jobs for your immigrant Father who is going to be laid off? I have. Have you ever felt yourself cut open your chest, lay your heart on the floor, and cry at the sight of it? I have. Have you ever dreamt of a life without guilt, free to use the money you have earned so hard so that you can do the things you love with the people you love? I have not. As I work until the late hours of the night... after a full day's of work.. looking ahead to a full day of work ahead, I feel my heart crackling into pieces I don't even want to place together. I think about my Father... the fact that English is not his mother tongue.. I think about the fact that he has no idea what to do or how to do it. He told me I catch him, but my heart tears at the catching as this is the man who tore my heart open as a child.. a childhood that withered away because it was too painful to remember. Now, I wither. I have been withering since the ...