We are on the boat.. The seas are rough, the space is cramped there is a lot of uncertainty to our future, we do not really know what we are going to meet when we land in our land of immigration. We are being torn away from our moorings due to the need to survive.. It is hard to stop the youngest baby crying, as the journey goes on we are surrounded by more illness but we are also making new friendships. This our quest for a new future. This time of migration and change. It is a critically formative time in our family history.
Emerging From The Dark Night 