With a broken heart I write to you tonight away from home, from my beloved Puerto Rico. My aunts bought me a ticket to the states and I really didn’t feel anything from leaving, it just felt like another trip with my family. It does not feel that way anymore, I can’t be more thankful to my aunts for this gift they gave me but I can’t help but feel guilty. I keep thinking about everything going on back there, my parents, brother, aunt, and everybody else.
My home is not the same as it was last week, it needs help from everyone and what do I do? I leave and I can’t help but feel guilty, not everyone can do this and so many people don’t even have homes anymore. I know people who lost everything and I can’t do anything about it.
I’m angry and I’m sad. I’m angry because there was so much damage and nothing gets done. I’m angry because people are not getting help and we keep getting lied to.
I cannot forget to thank so many people for helping Puerto Rico, from musicians to politicians to friends from everywhere. Thank you all so much.