I used to think I understood my mother until I heard the story of the little girl she used to be. When my mom talks about Jamaica, you can hear the difference in her voice. There’s comfort there. She talks about being outside with family, the food, the music, and how home felt familiar even when life wasn’t perfect. Jamaica was where she felt safe. It was where she got to be a kid. That all changed when she was sent to California to live with her father. She was young, scar

By Olivia Hamerman The Floral Park volunteer fire department is a group of people who have come together in order to assist their...