The father of my daughter beat me and also my daughter. Enough! I left my house! It no longer has a hold on me. He no longer will beat us. My daughter and I will be safe. * He is a narcotics trafficker. He threatened my family. He threatened me. He abused me. He drugged... Continue Reading →

We left my house August third at 5 a.m. It was on a Monday. Some in the group were Quiche. I traveled with my son and two of my friends. * We passed through Carmelita and Vera Cruz. At one point on the walk we crawled under a bus. It was difficult to breathe. It... Continue Reading →

There are so many bad people in my town. They deprive us of basic things we need to buy for our children. Food. * They burn our cars. They burn our businesses. They make our children: afraid to go to school afraid to play outside afraid to walk home from school. These bad people do... Continue Reading →