PEOPLE


“We arrive at Wal-Mart out of all places, and she tells me to hang out in the playground, one that they had for sale outside the shopping center. I see a passenger van arrive and our friend and my mom jump out. That darkness inside, the lack of hope, the feeling of emptiness all went away with that hug.”






Artwork by Dulce Ramirez





“In that place there were many people from different places, including people who had been trying to cross for a month, and hadn’t succeed. I remember two people in particular....






“I still remember that day that I had to say goodbye to my mother and siblings, that was the most painful thing I had done in my life. I got into the car with tears in my eyes, trying to be strong, heartbroken but also with dreams of having a better life.”



“In that moment she realized that the dream-hunter have dissapeared. With hard work she wove her cocoon to become what she had dreamed of, a beautiful butterfly.”






“One day, as I walked by the street of my neighboorhood,  I noticed people’s murmuring. They couldn’t stop talkiing about the wonders of a magical place, where all wishes come try with only getting there Every story of that magical place was so exciting that anyone would like to experience it, even me, as a youn child. Everything they said was nice and good. Sometimes I dreamed that when I got older, I would also go to that magical place. II wanted to have my own story. In my dream, I was older and traveled to that magical place. When I started the journet, I felt so happt because I was going to the so mentioned place, but everytime by dream ended before I could get there, because I woke up.” 






I can’t see the colors of the sky or those of the little birds in my window. I don’t know the color of the little lambs, or the country side...

but I know the smoothness and softness of my sister’s hands



Despite how much she works in the field, her hands are as smooth and soft as petals of flowers... or as some of the clothes of my mom or aunts...

but my sister is leaving, and I might not play with her again... I won’t get to learn how her hands are... 



Artwork by Itzel Gratija

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