Category Archives: Mexico-Cent. Amer.

Pursuing the American Dream (México)

We saw cars stopping outside. We heard footsteps coming to the door. “Someones outside” I said “Es la migra!” we all yelled “Run!” another person said I was too late and the border patrol had got me. I, José Sonora(name changed), was born on March 8, 1979 in Coneto de Comonfort. I grew up in a pueblo, a town in ... Read More »

Gricelda’s Journey (México)

  “It’s time for me to leave, ” I told my mom with a broken heart.  She replied, “Is there anyway to get you to stay?” “I must do this for my daughter and you, in the long run it will benefit everyone” “Mija yo te puedo ayudar con la niña, y no te preocupes por mi. I can help ... Read More »

When One Door Closes (México)

In La Huerta, Jalisco, a baby girl was born to a mother. Her name was Lily (name changed), after her mother’s favorite flower. That girl is me. I lived on a beautiful ranch, Plazola. I am the oldest of my family so it had only been me and my 2 sisters Maria and Alejandra. Our ranch was small but it ... Read More »

The Struggle of Wanting a Better Future (México)

She was a young and an energetic woman. She was a supervisor. She packaged mangoes to help her family, doing whatever she could to make her child’s life better. She was Ana. As I was growing up in México, I felt free. My parents to this day have a huge house where I got to play with my sisters and ... Read More »

Making a Change (Mexico)

I was born in the Jalisco, Guadalajara, Mexico in 1983. I lived with my Mom, Ana; my Dad, Rogelio; and my brother, Rogelio Jr. My Dad worked in the fields going back and forth to America while me and my family stayed in Jalisco. He was going back and for work so often that he came to us with an ... Read More »

Land of Opportunity (Mexico)

The person I am today is very different from who I was when I was growing up. I remember the day my mother told me we were moving to California. I was only eight years old so I did not fully understand what that meant, but I remember feeling my heart racing and a smile forming on my face when ... Read More »

The Great Wall of America (El Salvador)

“Mijo, it’s time to go.” My papa wakes me from a deep dream of beautiful cities, promise, fortune, and most of all the food awaiting us in America. It was about  3:30 and we had been very tired due to the long trek we’ve already made into Mexico since we had no money to buy transport nor owned any vehicles. ... Read More »

Dreams Come True

People call me “El Canoso” but my real name is Roberto. I was named after my father for having so much white hair, but oddly enough my beard and mustache was very dark. Every morning at 5 AM I wake up “regando” everything in my “Ranchito” with my father. We also feed the chickens, check our chile, and we throw ... Read More »

Immigration Changed my Life (El Salvador)

I was ten years old carrying a broken heart and tears that cover my eyes when I emigrated to the United States of America from El Salvador with the innocence feeling of only wanting to be reunited with my mother and father. At the instance, I was not chasing the American Dream. All I wanted was to be able to ... Read More »

Housepainter from Honduras

My dad is from Honduras and he was born in the capital of Tegucigalpa. He lived in Tegucigalpa all his life. He didn’t go to college because he didn’t want to study more. His first job after he left high school was repairing phones. He liked it but he didn’t get paid well. He got married in 2008 to a ... Read More »

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