Food is traditionally a symbol of culture and family. Food is also sustenance, something we need to stay alive. How people behave when food is scare reflects their character; some of the people on the train share what little food they have with the woman with two small children, while others do not. Some of the people of Veracruz throw food to the migrants atop the train—they have no reason to do so and are very poor themselves, but giving what they can is a symbol of their shared humanity and compassion for their fellow humans. Padre Kevin’s church and the charity at the border provide food to the migrants, and while it’s not always good food, it’s a symbol of hope and commitment, the fuel for life.

On a more personal note for Jaime, his abuela’s cooking symbolizes her love for her children and grandchildren. The night that the families come together to discuss sending Jaime and Ángela north, their abuela works a lump of masa, dough used to make tortillas, using it to keep her hands busy and to soothe her anxiety.

The night before Miguel’s funeral there is a big feast, with family and community members bringing food to show their love and support; Jaime’s abuela also makes a grand feast the night the children leave.