It is a difficult story recounting my trip. We left my house the 9th of August at four in the afternoon. I left my mother and father. It already is difficult without them in my life or in my son’s life. But we are fleeing death. We are desperate. We had to leave. * Mexico... Continue Reading →

My trip began Saturday, August 16th I came with my daughter. El Salvador is our home. * We spent one night in Guatemala. We slept. We left the next afternoon to begin the long walk to the borderlands. * I came with good friends another mother making the journey. It’s a shame because we became... Continue Reading →

We left on August third. It was very hard to leave my house my home. It cost me much to leave my family. But I have nothing left there. Only a sense; a feeling of home. Everyone is gone. * The fourth of August the bus crossed into Mexico. Then the journey became very difficult.... Continue Reading →

It is good to arrive here. Safe. I do not want to return. I have great fear. They will kill me. They will kill my children. * Nothing more remains. Everyone is gone. My sister. My grandmother. My oldest child. My daughter. I want them to be here with me. They are dead. * I... Continue Reading →