Last Sunday, during an unseasonably warm afternoon, I experienced one of the most  viscerally impactful moments of my adult life. Never could I have imagined that the  renowned Art Institute of Chicago would become the backdrop for a parade of military  clad men, lined up in helmets, body armor, face masks and long rifles, advancing upon  unsuspecting people enjoying the beauty of a Sunday afternoon on the famed Michigan  Avenue.

I am mom of a 10 year old son. My status is undocumented and I have been in this country since 1999. Since the chaos has began, I have found myself saying "what if". What if I don't come back from work?