alia weylock
Joined April 2020
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Tea for Two
The hundreds of miles from Guatemala to Texas play out like a movie in my head. I see my ten-month-old daughter tucked into her papoose against my chest, and my wife Chetta clinging to my arm as we trudged the path to the United States wearily. Chetta is swollen and heavy with our second child. I see our guide finally waving us into the land of freedom. Chetta is in a lot of pain from having contractions for the last few hours of our journey. I wrap my arm around her, squishing Nina between us, “Almost there mi amor.” I whisper to her. A truck is waiting for our group of forty immigrants. The plan was to go to Laredo, and then, dispersing, find our own way from there.
By alia weylock4 years ago in Psyche