Last Christmas was very pretty.
Home.
With family.
Today it does not feel like Christmas.
They are nice to us.
But it is not Christmas.
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Christmas in Honduras
Is not the same.
It is too dangerous.
We are not able to leave the house.
To visit friends
To visit family.
To go to church.
Because of the gangs
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We live threatened.
We live in fear.
All
of
our
days.
Mother 12-1-15
Honduras
Refugee Art 
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