No Existe el Sueño Americano/The American dream doe'snt exist


Phillip Standin... - Posted on 18 December 2013

Author: 
Ingrid De Leon

No Existe el Sueño Americano

Casi suelto el telefono cuando mi madre me dice que me siente porque la noticia que me va a dar no es nada agradable.

 “Tienes que ser fuerte, tu hija esta embarazada” dijo mi madre en el telefono desde Guatemala.

Desgraciadamente en nuestra cultura esten o no esten con sus padres, las jovencitas estan teniendo bebes con tan solo de 15 a 17 años en todo el mundo como si estubieran ciegas que piensan que el ser mama es todo en la vida y no ven acia el futuro sin no que se estancan en un solo lugar. Y asi siguen, y siguen, y siguen las generaciones.

Como en mi caso sali de mi casa con la ilucion de trabajar dos o tres años en los estados unidos y regresar y hacer my casa. Mi corazon se sentia como si le clavaran mil abujas pues estaba separandome de lo que mas amo en la vida, mis hijos. Pero no pense que el tiempo corriera tan recio como el tren que transvia a los migrantes hacia el norte. Hoy, despues de diez anos veo que el tiempo me gano. Aun no he hecho mi casa en Guatemala. Pensaba regresar en Octubre del año que viene, 2014 a la graduacion de mis hijos. Hable con mis otros  hijos  en Guatemala y llegamos en un acuerdo que cuando yo regresara yo construiria la casa.

Aun que tenga mi familia en Guatemala, solamente con mi mama puedo contar. Lamentablemente ella se encuentra enferma y es por eso que no he podido construir my propia casa.  

Hace un mes hable con mis hijos  para saber como  estaban en sus estudios.  Ellos  me dijeron  que  estaban bien  en sus calificaciones .Yo estaba feliz porque estaban sacando el Segundo basico. Pero tres dias despues recibi una llamada de mi Segundo hijo en Guatemala. Me dijo “ Mama pongale mucho dinero a su telefono porque mi abuelita quiere hablar con usted” Ese momento senti que Corazon se me salia por la boca y se me deshacian las piernas. Con las manos temblorosas, le regrese la llamada.

“Te dije que no le dieras estudio a tu hija porque las mujeres no sirben meterlas a la escuela porque lo primero que hacen es buscar marido o salir embarazadas”

dijo mi mama enojada y triste. En ese  momento  llore porque  yo si creo que el estudio vale la pena sea hombre  o mujer. Pero desgraciadamente yo no puedo controlar la vida de mis hijos  y menos estando lejos. Por eso pienso que el sueño Americano  es una mentira pues  en ves de ganar, perdi  lo mas valioso  de mi vida mis hijos.  Hoy en vez de risas, solo tengo llantos pues tengo 10 años sin ver a mis tres hijos en Guatemala.

Ellos estan dolidos  por muchas cosas que les han sucedido y yo no estoy ahi para defenderlos.  Y esto que me esta pasando le pasa a toda mi raza indocumentada.

Yo no sabia que la vida y el tiempo me estaban ganando.

 

The American Dream does not Exist

I almost dropped the phone when my mother tells me to have a seat because the news she is about to give me is not pleasant at all.

"You need to be strong, your daughter is pregnant" said my mother on the other end of the line calling from Guatemala.

Sadly in our culture, whether daughters are with or without their parents, they are having their own children at the age of 15 & 17 throughout the world as if they were blind and would think that being a mother is all there is to life. They don't plan according to their future but rather they sink themselves in one solid location. From then on, generations continue this cycle.

Such as in my case, i left my home with the illusion that I would be working two of three years in the united states. Then, I would return home and build my home. My hear felt as though one thousand pins had punctured, being that i was separating myself from what i love most in life, my children. But i didnt think that time would pass as fast as the train that transports migrants toward the north. Today, after ten years i see that time has beat me. My home still has not been built in Guatemala. I planned to have returned in October of the coming year, 2014 to the graduation of my children. I had spoken to my other children in Guatemala and we had come to an agreement that when I returned I would build the house.

Although I have family in Guatemala, I am only able to count with my mother. Sadly, she is sick which is why I have not been able to construct my own house.

A month ago I spoke to my children to find out how they were doing in school. They told me they were doing well. I was happy because they were progressing in middle school. But three days later I received a phone call from my second son in Guatemala. He said "mom, put a lot of money on your phone because my grandma is wants to speak to you". At that moment I felt hat my heart was escaping through my mouth. My legs were collapsing. My my trembling hands, I returned the phone call. " I told you! you shouldn't have given your daughter the opportunity to study. Girls are no good for school because the first thing they do is look for a husband or turn out pregnant” said my mom with a voice of disapproval. At that moment I cried because I do believe that going to school is worth the struggle regardless of the gender. Sadly, I do not have the ability to control the life of my children, much less that they are far away. That is why I believe that the American dream is a lie; instead of gaining, I am losing what I value most in life, my children. Today, instead of laughter, I only have cries being that I have ten years without being able to see my three children in Guatemala.

They are very hurt by the infinite amount of things they have been through and I have not been able to be there to defend them. And what my family and I are going through, happens to all of our undocumented communities.

I was not aware that life and time were winning

 

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