Abstract
If Loneliness could be manifested into a living, breathing individual, my grandmother would have known her well enough to tell you about madam loneliness’ grandchildren, Isolation and Fear. My grandmother left Puerto Rico for New York City when she was just 18; my age. She did not speak the language well, and struggled to fit into a completely new culture and climate. After arriving in New York, she became sick with a stomach virus that put her in the hospital for a whole year. Her family could not come to visit, and she was unable to find anyone with whom she could relate. Utter loneliness. Utter sadness. As a child, I could not begin to imagine how she was able to cope with her situation.