On December 10, 2015 I had to make the most difficult decision of my life. It was a very difficult decision for me, but it was the best thing for my life even though it meant that I would have to leave my grandparents, my dad, and all the rest of my family because I also wanted to be with my mom, who had been living in the US for the past 4 years.
She also was very worried about me living in my country because she knew that things were not easy there. The gang members had entered the neighborhood where we lived and everything began to change in the neighborhood. They thought they owned everything, and my mom was afraid that something bad would happen to me because in order to go to school, I had to travel an hour and a half by bike, and it was very dangerous. For this reason, my mom made the decision to bring me to the US.
My mom decided to call my grandparents and my dad to convince them to let me come. They did not agree, and they asked my mom for time to think it over. It took them two months to think about it, and they finally said yes because they also thought the same as my mom and they didn’t want anything bad to happen to me. They also thought about the time I had previously gone into a depression and had been hospitalized for 10 days. The doctors did not know what to do and they told my family that they did not know that making my situation. It was very difficult because I had been hospitalized for several days and the doctors did not see any change in my health. Ten days passed and thank God I could improve.
Now that my family agreed, my whole family began to plan my trip. I felt very conflicted because all I wanted was to be together with my family, but I also wanted to be with my mom, and I did not want to go against my family’s wishes, so I accepted their decision.
In order to come to the United States, I needed my passport, so we filled out all the necessary paperwork. Thank God everything was very fast, and they could deliver my passport to me that same day. We found a person who would bring me to the United States, and we decided I would leave on December 10, 2015. As the date came closer, I was more and more nervous, sad, desperate, fearful, and many more things because it was very difficult for me to leave my grandparents, my father, and all my other family. For me, my grandparents are also like my parents because I lived most of my life with them, and so it was very hard to leave them. They were also very sad, and it was very difficult for them, not only because they were worried about me, but also because I was the person who took care of them and always spent time with them.
I will never forget the day I had to say goodbye to my family because it was one of the most difficult moments of my life. I will always remember all the words of each one of my family members. I on my aunt’s birthday, December 10 at 4:35 AM. When I left my house, my grandparents, my dad, my aunts, cousins and friends came with me to meet the person who would bring me to the United States. It was so difficult and I did not want to come because it hurt me to see my family sad and worried about me. Their biggest concern was that I came to the US alone with no family to take care of me on the journey. Everything was very sad, and I could not stop crying as we drove. We saw two people plus a girl about 24 years old who came with her 3-year-old son, and when I saw them, I felt calmer. We began to talk, and she was very kind and her son was very sweet and affectionate. We didn’t have any problems passing through the border to Guatemala and only had to show our passports.
Once we entered Guatemala, we took a taxi that took us to a bus stop. It was a long journey to the bus stop, but once we were there, the people guiding us gave us our tickets to travel. They explained that we had to sit all separated and not talk, and to pretend like we were strangers. I was very afraid that someone would talk to me or try to ask me something. The best option was to pretend that I was sleeping so that nobody could ask me anything.
We traveled 3 hours by bus, and when it was time to get off, the person who was guiding us made a secret signal to tell us to get off the bus. We then had to take another bus for like 5-6 hours to take us to La Mesilla, which is located between the border of Mexico and Guatemala. We followed the same procedure as before until we reached a taxi stop. Then we took a taxi that would take us to the place where we would spend the night at a hotel in La Mesilla called El Naranjo.
The next day we left at 7:00 AM to cross the border into Mexico. From La Mesilla, we got a motorcycle taxi who would take us to the border of Mexico with Guatemala, and once we were there we had to go around a wall to cross without the police realizing, and we had to pass by the edge of a mountain.
Thanks to God everything went well crossing the border from Guatemala into Mexico, but we soon had problems while passing through a Migration Port. The police stopped us because previously we had been with a different guide through Guatemala, and apparently this person had an expired passport and they could not let us pass and they made us turn back. We were there waiting for an hour until a bus arrived because they did not check people traveling by bus. We traveled a lot by bus for two nights, and I wasn’t able to sleep much because it was very difficult to sleep on the bus and I was afraid that something bad would happen to me. I felt very dirty because we had traveled for 3 days without bathing or changing clothes.
We finally arrived in Monterrey near the border of Mexico with the United States and stayed there for 2 nights waiting for a man to help us cross the Rio Grande. The day we had to cross the river, I was very nervous and afraid that something would happen to me. I had to help the girl who came with her son so that she could run and so that migration could not grab us. Thank God everything went well we could cross without any problem, and we could reach the Texas pass once we were there we had to spend the night in an abandoned house where it was very cold. I couldn’t not feel my body because I was so cold, but I was happy because I knew that the next day I could be with my mom.
At 6:10AM, they took me to another house where I could change my clothes because they were wet and very dirty. Then a lady arrived who would take me to the address that my mom sent her, and I was very happy. In order to pass the last migration office, they had to give me a pill to put me to sleep and they could not ask me any questions. I will never forget the morning I was able to reunite with my mom and my little sisters. Everything was so good, and we could not stop crying. Despite all the bad times, I was so happy to see my mom again, but I also missed my family very much in Honduras. Although I live very well and happy with my mom, I miss my family very much and I hope to see them again one day.
This is my story of my immigration journey. Thank you so much for reading it.