Crossing the Border
It was two in the afternoon when we crossed the border. When I saw at the border patrol, I screamed, “La migra, la migra corran.”
We ran for seven minutes when the border patrol said, “Stop!”
We stop running before the cops sent the dogs for us. I was sad because I did not want to return to El Salvador after all that had happened on the road.
My brother told me, “Don't worry everything will be all right. We'll be with our mom!”
I said, “I hope everything goes well.”
I told my brother, "I hope everything goes well and be with my mami."
He told me, “I want to be with my mom too.”
I said, “Someday we'll be with her.” That was the last thing I said to my brother before we separated.
I never saw my brother again, because the police don't tell me anything.
I asked where they were taking me. He told me I was going to a place where all the children were.
In the jail is different at minor house, because in the jail they don't have good food, the water has chlorine and the bathroom is nasty.
My brother stayed in the jail because he was 19 years old and I was 16 years old. He stayed in a different jail and i stayed in the minor house.