In July 2010, I crossed the border of Mexico-U.S.A. with my three beloved children. My children were frightened because they knew that we were going to walk very long distance. we started walking to cross the border in the night. I told my children to be strong because I was so scared that we could not make it like we did not make it two times before. After we walked about three hours, my children started crying and telling me that they needed food, and I was so nervous of La Migra because if they found us they could deport us. While we were walking we started hearing a whup whup noise. It sounded really loud buzz. I was horrified. I thought La Migra had seen us and come to catch us. After a while, I realized, it was a helicopter. When
