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By Leonela Serrano

It’s the same feeling that you got when you were little and sunk to the bottom of the deep end of the pool during the last hour of summer open swim at the community pool. Your head feels on the cusp of explosion but it’s good. It’s nice. It’s soothing. No sounds exist, just white noise, and you feel alone in the best way. You feel surrounded by calm and holding for a few moments until you feel your lungs start to tighten and your feet push against the bottom of the pool to lift you back to air. It’s the feeling in that start in the middle of your forehead as the tears coalesce behind your eyes and you bend your head and try to hide them behind. It becomes harder and harder until you give up and you feel calm just as the first tear slides down your check.