When I (Darien) think about my childhood with my mom, I don’t think of the exciting moments like our family vacation to Disney World. Instead, I remember running errands—riding shotgun while Mom checked off to-dos. It was daily life together I loved the most. I was joined to the hip with her. She was like my best friend.

We also loved cooking and eating out together. She’d make a mean chicken fajita. We were big foodies.

I was happy, living with my mom and grandparents in a close-knit Dominican community in New York City. But when I was 11, everything came crashing down.

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