Ingrid escribe sobre CasaSeguro/ Ingrid writes on Homefulness


Tiny - Posted on 17 March 2011

Author: 
Ingrid de Leon

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Soy una mujer Guatemalteca, madre de 4 niños.

Pobre porque haci nasi. En mi tierra me sentia sola ahunque tenia a mis hijos y a mi madresita.

Pero siempre me hacia falta algo muy importante. Cuando me divorcie me quede sin hogar.

Yo me fui a la capital con el bebe. Aveces yo no comia por miedo de quedarme sin dinero! Y sin trabajo!

Yo lloraba todos los dias cuando salia a la calle con la ilusion de encontrar trabajo y nada. Pero cuando me quedaban solo 10 quetzales Dios me consedio un trabajo y me asepto una señora con mi hijo. por fin ya tenia un techo y un trabajo para mantener a mis hijitos.

Un dia hiso fiesta en su casa y yo cocine y mi bebe se fue con ella a la sala. Pero derrepente yo escuchaba unas grandes carcajadas de la gente, me dio duda y fui aver que pasaba. Me encontre con la sorpresa mas desagradable que era ver a mi hijo brracho como loquito y ver como se dibertian con el. Me dolio y me enoje tanto por que ellos le dieron cerbeza para que no los molestara y se durmiera yo me puse como loca pues el no tenia la culpa de no tener un hogar donde bibir y siendo tan indefenso y como era un bebe de tan solo un año de edad, el no sabia que le estaban dando en la mamila.

Lo abrase y le pedi perdon y regrese a la casa de mi mama. Me vine a los EEUU pensando vivir mejor y me encuentro con otra cosa igual o peor llebo un anno buscando un lugar donde vivir. Me disen: si tienes niño no te rentamos nada. Otros disen si pero tienes que pagar mas
No me haceptan, por eso yo pienso que linda fuera la vida si los pobres y las madres tubieramos un lugar donde refuguiarnos con nuestros hijos un lugar seguro donde podamos vivir en paz nesesitamos tierras y casas seguras.

 

Ingles Sigue

 


I am a Guatemalan woman, mother of of 4 kids.

Poor because that’s how I was born. In my land I felt alone even though I had my kids and my dear mother.

But I was always missing something very important. When I divorced I ended up houseless,

I went to the capital with my baby. Sometimes I wouldn’t eat for fear of running out of money! And no job!

I cried every day when, disillusioned, I went out looking for a job and found nothing. When I only had 10 more quetzales God answered my prayers and I found a job where I could be with my baby as well. Finally I had a roof over my head and a job to support my children.

One day a woman had a party at her house, and while I cooked my baby was in the living room with my boss. But when suddenly I heard some loud chuckles from everyone, I got filled with doubt and went to see what the fuss was all about. I was horrified and surprised to see my son drunk and acting crazy while they were being entertained. It hurt and I got so angry that they were giving my son beer so he would fall asleep and not bother them, I felt as though I went insane. It was not his fault I didn’t have a home—he was one year old and defenseless; he didn’t know what they were making him drink from his bottle.

I held him and asked him for forgiveness and returned home to my mom. Then I came to the USA thinking I would live better, but I find things here the same or worse. I spent a year looking for a home. They tell me if you have a kid they can’t rent you anything. Others say yes but you have to pay extra. That’s why I think it would be wonderful if poor folks and mothers would have a place to take refuge with our children. A safe place where we could live in peace, we need land and safe housing: Homefulness.

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