Death Threats & Violence I cannot remain in my country.             Death threats and violence. It is not safe for my children. We arrived here January 15, 2016. * I hope to be able to remain here             with my children. I trust in Jehovah God.                         Mother 1-20-16Ya! Me voy! [Enough! I go!]

Threatened to Death My name is Katy.             I am twenty years old. I left my home because I was             threatened to death. I was afraid that evil would happen to me             and to my son. I do not want to return to my country. I have fear for myself.             I have... Continue Reading →

To End Their Suffering I knew that my children would sufferT             on the long journey But It would only be for a few days And It would end their suffering. * If We stayed in our country Yes The suffering would never end. * We left on January 5, 2016. We arrived January 11,... Continue Reading →

Art Reflection on Hope: Past, Present, and Future I was sad and alone in my suffering.             Physical.             Psychological.             Emotional. I suffered so much.             He abused my body. * But soon God gave me the strength to leave.             God is good to me.             God is my strength.             God is... Continue Reading →

To My Love: Letters Home To my Mamá:             Hello Mother.             I hope you are very well.             I want so badly for us             to be together soon.             I love you.             You are the best mother                         in the world.             I pray God blesses you.                         Today.            ... Continue Reading →

Quien Soy? (Who Am I?) Art/Reflection I have two babies. They are my motivation for seeking asylum. I had a bad childhood.             I suffered much. My mother was gone all day. She worked to pay for food and shelter. She left me with her friend.             He sexually abused me.             I was seven.... Continue Reading →

Art reflection: Who Am I? First and Foremost:             I am a mother. I name this first because             it matters most. Marcia is important!             She is my daughter. * I grew up without a mother. She abandoned me             and my four siblings. I learned how important it is to have a mother... Continue Reading →

Art reflection on the theme: Who Am I? I am a single mother. I am a Honduran. I love my daughter very much. She is my inspiration. * I want her to reach her dream. She wants to be a teacher. My goal in coming to this country             to help her struggle to reach... Continue Reading →

It was very sad. We suffered so much. The hielera was horrible. So very cold. No blankets. We didn’t bathe. We didn’t even brush our teeth. It’s a horrible place. Horrible. Everyone was crowded small, cramped, tight very cold It’s a horrible place. We suffered much in the hielera. Father, October 25, 2018 Our Arrival... Continue Reading →