I returned from Brazil this summer to visit my sister. She just moved to a new apartment in Brooklyn, New York. I noticed she had glued together pieces of a broken mirror and it was in the room where I slept.

At the time, I felt like those glass shards. My grandfather had just died in Brazil and our family was involved in a money/land dispute. I wondered if we could ever piece ourselves together again. And if we could, would we ever look the same again?