Illegal Immigration Narrative

My hearts beat louder and faster the further away we got from Santa Maria. Silence was the only noise that came. Besides the van's engine and graveling ground. In the mirror, I saw Roberto. A blank expression. I was hoping to seek comfort from, but instead all little hope I had left just evaporated. Trying to keep my eyes from leaking, not letting the immigration officer see me cry I face toward the window. Fields and fields full of illegal people doing hard labor. I will never see Papa, Mama, Torito, Trampita, Ruben and Rorra again.

Hours have passed or that's at least what it felt like. Already we have passed dozens of rest signs, but the immigration officer never stopped. Not until now at least. " Don't you even think of escaping you low, filthy fiends because you can't," and with that he slammed the door shut and vacated. …show more content…
He already gave up on our freedom. In the end, I suppose it wasn't really ever freedom. Everyday waking up in the early morning hoping that the Migra won't catch you. A life of fear that eats every good thing that comes your way. Like a disease that eats your insides until you are nothing.

We were back on the road when the officer exited the main road into a dirt road. A million thoughts spun in my head all at once. Were are we going? Are we going to the immigration office? Is it just a short cut? Are they going to make a personal stop? Is the officer going to take us to the border? Where is he going? Where is he taking us? Panic started to rise in me. Looking at the back to see Roberto to see how he is handling this just see his ghostly face. I don't even recognize my own brother any more. We should of tried to escape while we had the chance.

Every passing minute my heart raced. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest when the Migra vehicle stopped at another school. Another kid separated from their family. Just like me and Roberto. At least I won't be alone since I lost Roberto