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My Story: Student #8

Esta es mi historia :)

Tengo 16 años, y les voy a contar mi historia sobre todo lo que pasó desde el último día que dejé a mi hermanastros con mi padrastro. El día que salimos de mi casa era un día domingo. Fue un mayo 8 de 2018. Ese día salí de mi casa. Estaba con mi mamá, mi padrastro, y mis hermanastros. Fuimos a comer a un restaurante, pero ya llevábamos las maletas. Yo no sabía que íbamos a huir a los EE.UU. Cuando me dijo mi mama que me despidiera de mis hermanos porque ya no los iba a ver porque nos veníamos para acá, la verdad es que sentía algo vacío en mi corazón. Yo me despedí de ellos y me sentí triste porque ya no los íbamos a ver. En ese momento comencé a recordar todo lo que hacíamos con mi hermano de 10 años, que íbamos a jugar en bici y nos íbamos para donde las vacas estaban. También, nos íbamos a los ríos con él porque él era el mallos. La verdad es que yo estuve llorando por ellos porque no iban a venir conmigo. Desde hace cuatro años, no los he visto. Los he visto por videollamada, pero no es lo mismo que abrazarlos y los extraño mucho. Ese dia yo me vine con mi mama y empezamos el viaje. Más que todo, este viaje yo iba confiando a Dios que íbamos a pasar con mi papa, pero también ella iba triste por mis hermanos. Ella y yo nos pusimos a orar a Dios para que Dios nos dé una oportunidad para estar en este país. Queríamos estar aquí y la verdad es que cada día que no los tengo conmigo, me siento triste. Cada día que no los miro, me siento triste. No los tengo aquí y es duro estar sin sus hermanos. Se siente triste y cada día que los miro por videollamada me pongo muy triste.

This is my story :)

I am 16 years old, and I am going to tell you my story about everything that happened since the last day I left my stepbrothers with my stepfather. The day we left my house was a Sunday. It was May 8, 2018. That day I left my house. I was with my mom, my stepdad, and my stepbrothers. We went to eat at a restaurant, but we already had our suitcases. I didn't know we were going to flee to the US when my mother told me to say goodbye to my brothers because I wasn't going to see them anymore because we were coming here. The truth is that I felt something empty in my heart. I said goodbye to them and I felt sad because we weren't going to see them anymore. At that moment I began to remember everything I did with my 10-year-old brother, how we would go to play on our bikes and we would go to where the cows were to watch them. Also, we went to the rivers with him. The truth is that I was crying because they were not going to come with me. For four years, I have not seen them. I've seen them on video call, but it's not the same as hugging them and I miss them so much. That day I came with my mom and we started the trip. More than anything, on this trip I was trusting God that we were going to spend it with my dad, but she was also sad for my brothers. She and I began to pray to God that God would give us an opportunity to be in this country. We wanted to be here and the truth is that every day that I don't have them with me, I feel sad. Every day that I don't see them, I feel sad. I don't have them here and it's hard to be without my brothers. It feels sad and every day that I see them on video call I get very sad.

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