My name is Edwin Jerez Gonzalez, and I was born on September 8, 1998 in Guatemala. The most important thing for me was to reach the United States - it was a dream and came true. I realized at that moment that I crossed the border was a moment of joy and great happiness and it was the best step I ever took in my life. That was very happy when I told my family that I was already in the United States in only three weeks.
Guatemala, your veins filled with our struggles, with our pains. The wind and your jungles know that in every window, there is a witness. A witness of their own struggles, of their own failures, of their own victories. The people who don’t understand, pray in order to understand you. Guatemala you're so close yet so far, like those mirrors that don’t reflect anything. Some by feet other’s by truck, and some will never get to see the snow. The hundreds of gods and saints have not yet got to know you, something they will never understand.
I was born on July 30, 1996 in a small village in Guatemala, Chicaman. My life as a child was hard, with a family composed of a mother and a father. My mother was only 19, and my father about 27 or more. I can’t remember. She came from the same village where I was born, and a poor background. A girl who had to stay hungry, so that her seven other siblings could eat. My father came from an upper class family. He was a lawyer, and his income could have been considered more than good. The perfect family, but life isn’t always beautiful.
How can a vomit green floor remind you of an awesome summer you had in another country? Well, this colored floor reminded me of the green trees in Guatemala when I visited my mothers family. Before I traveled to Guatemala, I knew almost nothing of my cousins. All I figured out was that they were brothers and they went to the same school.