We all feel hurt.
We all want to be comforted.
Friendship, among Peruvians.
Friendship, among Americans.
We all love. We all, at some moment, let down our guard. We all make mistakes.
We cry, we laugh, we wonder, we know.
We eat, we drink, we sleep. We all worry. We trip on sidewalks. We want to belong in groups. We all find a purpose.
We have moments of strength, and moments of weaknesses. We care for our young, we find ways to have fun, we are attached to the love of our mothers.
Peruvian women caring for their children.
American women caring for their children.
There are so many things that we all share. We often get so distracted in the details that we forget the overall truth.
We have different education levels, we have different backgrounds, we have different cultures, experiences, and habits. Some of us are rich, some of us are poor. The color of our skin is different. Everyone has their own story. Everyone was randomly given their set of cards.
My Peruvian mom.
My American mom.
But on a very basic level, we all share so much.
“We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal.”