Anonymous
I was in my living room, remembering hearing people working at a warehouse and mumbling, and asking my mother, “Mom, how did you come to New York?” and she always tells the same story. “Well, me and your father both traveled together with others on land,” she says, remembering passing hot sunny deserts and rivers. “It was really hot and tiring and we didn’t have enough water.” That tells me that my parents risked their health. I will always remember and be grateful for what my parents did for me and my brother so we could have a better life.
One of the obstacles they had to go through was almost being caught by the authorities. “We saw these men in trucks trying to find us,” my mom said. She always said, “We were always hiding day and night.” There was one time where they harmed themselves. They were still in a desert, hot and exhausted, then the men came back so my parents and a group of people went behind some cactuses, hugging them trying to blend in.