I left my country. Violence Fear Death. God is the breath of life. Without that we have Nothing. I ask to stay in this country. God bless my son. Mother 8-26-15 Ya Me Voy!  

Enough! I go!             Sad. But with the angels who protect me.             Sad. Leaving my roots. Leaving my family.             But It comforts me to give             my daughter             a better life. SAFE. I have faith in God             They will             not             be able to beat me. Mother 8-26-15 Ya Me... Continue Reading →

My dreams are to see My children Grow up Strong, Healthy Happy. My dream is that they love God. * My dreams also are for All of the children of the world. To be happy. Not to suffer. To be together With Their Parents. * The same I ask for all my family To be... Continue Reading →

I left my country where there is Insecurity Fear With the help of my God with hope with faith I said, “Yes, we must go.” In my heart I have Peace Joy Soon we will leave here (family detention) Soon I will go to be with my family. God is able to do all things... Continue Reading →

My Reasons for Leaving I left Honduras Running in fear from my husband. I suffered much   domestic   violence. My children suffered too. Many times. The gangs molested my daughter. Many times. They did evil things to her. We have suffered enough. I am very sad when I remember all  the  suffering my   husband   caused. He... Continue Reading →

My Arrival to the U.S.A. We arrived at the hielera—the refrigerator On September 3rdMy birthday. It was the worst birthday of my life. Shut up. Confined. Shaking in cold. Sleeping on the floor. Hungry. My son asked to leave there. It was so very cold. My son said: ‘It would have been better if we... Continue Reading →

My Journey through Mexico On the fourth of August The bus crossed into Mexico. Then the journey became   very   difficult. We conducted ourselves like animals Not like the persons we are. We traveled only at night. So that the delinquents would not find us. Without eating. Without sleeping With thirst.             We did not have... Continue Reading →

  I am a mother. I have a beautiful son. He is 6 years old. I made the decision to come to the United States for him. * I want to help my son prepare to be A person of value in life. My son is my reason for living. I want to be able... Continue Reading →

I liked to play with my friends with my cousins. I liked to lay jump rope. I liked to walk To my grandmother’s house. I miss her. I love her very much. With all my heart I Love Her. I want to love her Always. 9-year-old girl 3-10-15 Memories from Home