Today, the Palomeras live across from the Plaza, with its murals of guitar-playing angels and red-cheeked dancers. Most weekends, the old men are out singing their sweet, sad songs. Some days, the kids will catch sight of them dressed in their mariachi best—boots shined, pants creased, guitars gleaming—on their way to a gig. At bedtime, Ms. Palomera tucks the kids in, the youngest of whom had never slept in a real bed before moving into their new place.
Money is still tight, and life isn’t easy. But inside the apartment they’ve found respite. They’re safe and sound, which means tomorrow she can go off to work and they can go to school and not be so worried all the time. For the five members of the Palomera family, there are suddenly a thousand new meanings for this single word: home.
* By request, names have been changed to protect privacy.
About the Author
Jasmine Hall Ratliff, former program officer for the Robert Wood Johnson Foundation, managed projects that created access to healthier foods in underserved communities and connecting community development and health.