April has come and gone. April always marks an important anniversary in my life. On April 26th, 1991, my parents, my sister and I boarded a midnight American Airlines flight in Lima, Peru with Miami as its destination. Home Alone was the movie aired during the flight. We left because our home country no longer welcomed us. Remaining home meant at best the kidnapping of my father or a family member, at worst, the murdering of one of us. Any exercise... Read more