My Humble Story: My Journey to the USA
I left El Salvador
With
My pretty daughter.
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We left on a bus for Guatemala.
8 people joined us.
Children.
Adults.
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It took 6 days to get through Mexico.
To the river.
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We stayed locked inside
What they called:
“The Sister House”
One day and one night.
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We had no money.
We were desperate.
My daughter cried.
Already
she did not want
to be there.
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We left in trucks.
They put 60 people inside.
Adults
Children
I don’t know which cities we passed.
We saw nothing.
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We spent 30 hours in the trailer.
No food.
They brought water
Only 2 times.
Very small.
Only a little left for my daughter.
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My daughter cried desperately.
No water.
No food.
The heat inside the trailer made it
Difficult to breathe.
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We arrived at a house in Reynosa.
We stayed 3 days.
We crossed the river.
I was brave.
Mother 3-15-16
My Journey from There to Here
Refugee Art 
A timely, heartbreaking insight! This happens more often than most of us will ever know.
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If my daughter and her children had to make this type of sacrifice to make it more likely that the children would LIVE … how would I feel if the response when she got to her “haven” was detention and return ?? My heart cries for these women and children and their extended families – how can we care so little that a “system” is more important than the people in it?
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