From Honduras To America
I am Heidy. I come from a Honduran family. Honduras is in Central America I was born outside of the U.S. therefore im an “illegal alien” as they kindly put it in the United States. I was brought here when I was 3 years old. The root cause for leaving Honduras was because of violence. I don’t really remember how my journey here was. I’m sure it wasn’t in a first class airplane.
I didn’t ask to be separated from my grandmother and everything I ever knew, to be brought to a country I knew nothing about where they didn’t speak the language and mostly importantly where they hated my kind. I didn’t ask to be brought to a country where I wasn’t wanted, where I would be treated like a second class citizen for my entire life just based on how I look.
I do ask myself if I was never brought here, what would I have become? My journey started when I crossed the false border from Mexico to the United States. Im still on it and I don’t know when it will end. I do hope to return to my motherland without trouble. There is no such things as borders. They aren’t something mother earth made, it isn’t natural for humans to be punished for traveling to a different country.
Los Viajes, The Journeys is a book I read that inspired me to write my story for the first time. A POOR Press publication.
My biggest inspiration to write my story is a piece I read from The book Los Viajes, The Journeys From De Chalatenango, El Salvador “The Dreamer.” Similar to his story I do realize that this country will give me more opportunities and a chance at a better life, well compared to what I could be having in a small poor village.