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 water.

Our shoes were full of dirt.

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We had to hide in fear

Many times.

It was fear beyond all fear.

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We experienced 20 days of suffering.

Mexico was a   very   bad   walk.

But

I would walk forever

to keep my son safe.

Mother 9-9-15

My Journey