My Trip from Guatemala

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 →

Twenty Days of Suffering

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 →

I Have Great Fear

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 →

No One Can Sleep

The trip began at 3 a.m. I arrived at immigration 20 days later. I came with my daughter. * I felt freedom in the long walk leaving behind so much suffering. But The walk is difficult. No one can sleep. Tired. Always tired. But Trusting in God We do not faint. Because Our Father is... Continue Reading →

Starting Over

We left Honduras to seek a new life. Starting over for a better future. I have nothing left. They took everything. My daughter is 12 years old. * On the journey we passed places with fear and trembling. I had so much fear but I heard the voice of God in my head telling me... Continue Reading →

Fearing for My Life

I left my country fearing for my life. And my daughter and my son. They are so beautiful. I love my children. I want to protect them. * I left to rescue them from delinquency and violence. The gangs only want to damage people. No more! Enough! * I ask God to guard me and... Continue Reading →

Delinquency in My Country

I have fear Delinquency in my country. I cannot stay there. Delinquency means death. I have much fear To return to my country Delinquency means death. I ask to remain here Safe. In the name of the Lord My Christ. Amen. Mother 8-26-15 Ya Me Voy!

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