My Arrival to the U. S. A.

My Arrival to the U.S.A. We arrived at the hielera—the refrigerator On September 3rdMy 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... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

My Grandmother

I liked to play with my friends with my cousins. I liked to lay jump rope. I liked to walk To my grandmother’s house. I miss her. I love her very much. With all my heart I Love Her. I want to love her Always. 9-year-old girl 3-10-15 Memories from Home

My Life Was Hell

The father of my baby Hurt me. I suffered much violence. He beat me. I lost my first baby. * In the course of time . . . I would forgive him. It was always the same. My             life             was             Hell. * The last time he almost killed me. So much violence.... Continue Reading →

The Gangs Threatened Me

The gangs threatened me. Already They beat me. They beat my son. because He will not join the gang. * My son is healthy and humble. He would not leave me. They threatened again To kill me. * I decided to come to this country. Here We have the opportunity To be safe. Mother 4-15-16... Continue Reading →

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