My Arrival to the U. S. A.

Justica = Cry for Justice

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 we had never left

Grandmother’s house.’

All I could do was

hug my pretty son

And tell him

‘I love you.’

Mother September 9, 2015

My Journey

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