My Reasons for Leaving

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.

My Arrival to the U.S.A. We arrived at the hielera—the refrigerator On September 3rd My 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... Continue Reading →

My Journey through Mexico

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 →

My Grandmother

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

My Life Was Hell

The father of my baby Hurt me. I suffered much violence. He beat me. I lost my first baby. * In the course of time . . . I would forgive him. It was always the same. My             life             was             Hell. * The last time he almost killed me. So much violence.... Continue Reading →

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