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.
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Mexico was a very bad walk.
We conducted ourselves like animals
not like the persons we are.
Without eating.
Without sleeping.
With thirst.
We only traveled at night.
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Now that I have endured
the reality of the trip
I would say to mothers:
“Do not expose your children.
You have little understanding
of this difficult trip.”
Maybe it is better
to die in your own country
Than
to die in a place where you have
no family
Where
there are missing bodies
Or
the animals ate them.
Yes! It was a very bad trip!
Mother 9-9-15
My Journey from There to Here
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