M S 13 This is the last time I am warning you... You will no longer look down to us. I give you one week to get the money.
My parents had sold everything to pay the coyote to take us through the border.
My parents left two months ago, the day after they got a letter from La Mara Salvatrucha
I would leave tomorrow. I take a deep breath as the instructions my father gave me circled in my mind. “Get on the truck, make no sound and when you get to Arizona turn yourself in and claim shelter. There, we will meet you and we will claim you.”
Los Estados Unidos, el país de la libertad. El sueno americano. Everything is better there. Isn’t it? (Isabella is imagining what life would be like in the US)
I kneel down, bring my hands together and put my head in between them. Help me see what's possible Help me see a vision of what me and my family would be. And help me forget my violent past. Help me move on to a new better life.
I say my goodbyes to my Abue. I hug her tight as she grabs my hands and whispers something under her breath.