My Dream

My name is Yuya, I am 28 years old but will soon be 29 on the third of July and I am currently living in el carrizal, a poor neighborhood in Tegucigalpa, Honduras. I have worked in factories doing the most disgusting jobs. I also have worked as a maid for different families; I am usually fired because I arrive late sometimes because I have to take my 8 children to school. I love and care for them too much to throw them to the streets like many parents in my place do. I barely have money to feed mu children therefore most of the time, I don’t eat. I have been in the streets for several days and nights begging for money to help maintain my family but no such luck. I plan to leave in search for a better life in the states, I have heard that there are many jobs for immigrants such as me and hope that I will find one that can not only help me, but also the family I will leave behind once I get there. I dream of the day in which I can bring my three daughters and five sons to the states and reunite once again. I am sure that we will live much better in Miami which is where I plan to go. First ill have to hitch-hike till I get to the train tracks in Mexico where I will meet the smuggler I paid to take me to Miami. There, he says we will have to hop on the train without getting seen by Mexican police because if we are, we will be arrested and may probably never get to Miami nor come back to Honduras which is what worries me the most because if I fall in this prison, I may probably never see my children again. After the train arrives to our destination, Juan says we will have to go on pieces of wood attached to two “flotadores” through the river. After this I will be traveling by cab and little by little I will arrive to my destination. He has warned me about the gangs and all the bad people we might encounter and he also mentioned that I should better go without money so I don’t get robed. What kills me of fear is that I might be raped or killed. This is not a fate I want. But I will have to take the risk. Once I get to Miami I plan to get a good job and wait at least one year to either bring my family or to return to my house in Honduras with my family, I don’t think I could be able to be without them for so long. I plan to send them clothes and shoes and money and much more things so they live a happy life even if it costs my suffering. My dream is to take all my family to the states, my dream is that my children study hard to have a bright future ahead, my dream is to have a healthy and happy family. My dream……we will see how it ends: fairytale, or nightmare?