I Left El Salvador to Protect My Family. It Didn’t Work.
I’m from a small town on the Pacific coast of El Salvador. You probably have never heard of my town, but I’m sure you’ve been hearing a lot about how people from my country are fleeing and are trying to seek asylum in the United States. I never really wanted to leave my home. My early life was peaceful. The house I grew up in had only one room, which I shared with my parents and my two sisters.
My mother would wake up at 6:00 in the morning and make us coffee, plantains, beans and cream for breakfast. For Christmas she’d bake marquesote, a kind of sweet bread.… Seguir leyendo »