Imagine living a life filled with worries on whether or not you will be able to feed your family the next day. You are consumed with anxiety about whether you will find basic items like toothpaste in stores, or milk for your baby.

Just imagine for a moment, going outside after buying a simple thing such as groceries, and living with fear of somebody killing you or assaulting you.

Sadly, this now defines my home-country, Venezuela- A country that cannot fulfill the primary necessities of its citizens.

My home-country used to be known for its scenery and delicious food ranging from empanadas, arepas, and 'tequeños'. Now, the 'new' definition of what makes-up Venezuela is blurred out by the corruption of politics and hunger.

People are in desperation emigrating from the South-American country in order to find food and provide for their families.

Not only is this crisis financial, but also humanitarian: This breaks my heart knowing that the place where I was born is not the same place anymore that I knew as a child.

I miss my family who I have not seen in years, the smell of empanadas being made in the morning outside of my grandma's house, and I miss the people.

The people who are constantly joyful and lend you a hand whenever you're in need.

But, what I miss the most is having the freedom to travel as many times as I want to visit my family and not having the worry of my life being at risk because I'm considered a 'tourist.'

A 'tourist' that knows the language and culture perfectly.

A 'tourist' that cries seeing her family go through hunger.

A 'tourist' that feels the pain of her people as Venezuela is called 'a dictatorship' throughout media outlets.

A 'tourist' whom wants everything to be the way it used to be when she was riding her tricycle through the streets of Maracaibo, Venezuela .

Dear Venezuela, I miss you.

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