The Unforeseen Mess
The room is illuminated with the light from my laptop. All you hear is the sound of my fingers pressing the computer keys at five in the morning. My mom and little brother are sound asleep. The room goes from dark to light; the sun is used to seeing my mess of snacks and my eyes that look like they haven’t blinked in years. These days the birds seem to be singing along to the sound of my keyboard.
It has been 97 days since March 13, 2020. That day was at the height of the outbreak of COVID-19 in New York City. My family and I, along with everyone else living in the United States have been under quarantine. Schools have switched to online teaching and many people are working from home except for essential workers. I have been photographing my life at home with my family in isolation.
My brothers haven’t gone outside since the outbreak. I went outside once throughout this whole quarantine because my parents didn’t know how to cure a dizziness I had for more than a week. The dizziness was probably due to looking at screens too much. Being on a laptop for more than 12 hours a day, trying to complete homework assignments on time is stressful. My youngest brother, Jordan, struggles the most with his work. Since he is 9 years old he has a hard time dividing home, a place of fun and family, from school, a place to learn and focus. He gets distracted easily and lacks motivation to do his schoolwork. If it weren’t for my mother keeping my brother on track and helping him finish his work, he would be failing his classes.
I never thought the sound of an ice cream truck would make me angry. It’s June and a lot more people have been going outside and walking around in big groups. It frustrates me to see people barbeque outside and not wearing masks. Parents have their children running around without masks as well. Even though we are in a pandemic where quarantine is something we all should be doing, everyone is a mess that likes to contribute to even bigger messes.
My mother in the hallway on April 4, 2020 in the Bronx, New York. My mom, dad, and uncle are the only family members that have been in and out of the house. We spray them down with alcohol every time they come back home.
“I had to put myself in a bad place. I had to put myself in different scenarios to take this quarantine seriously. I’m always expecting the worst.”- Dad
Everyone’s hair is a mess. Both my brothers’ hair have grown since the start of this quarantine. My youngest brother looks like Steve, one of his favorite characters from a show called “Stranger Things.” The red dye from my mom’s hair is fading away and my dad even gave my dog a haircut because we can’t get her groomed.
My mother fixes my brother's hair because it has gotten too long on May 25, 2020 in the Bronx, New York.
We have reached the point in quarantine where it's hard to be away from family members, especially those that are across the street. Recently, we hugged our grandmother for the first time since quarantine started. My parents said it was okay to hug her after she was sprayed with alcohol. She told us she loved us and missed us. When my dad went to hug her she broke down into tears crying, it was hard to watch her cry without crying. My house was filled with joy and sadness. We got to hug her, but still can’t spend time with her like we used to.
My grandma and my father hug for the first time since the start of quarantine on May 20, 2020 in the Bronx, New York.