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“This train needs wheels,” Miguel’s mom complained. They had been riding a train for more than two hours. The desert had literally drained their energy with heat. They had little water in their supplies to drink.

“It was wrong going with Passers,” Miguel said to himself.

Miguel’s mom responded, “It was worth it.”

That night, Miguel was not able to even close his eyes. He remember his dad’s words, “Don’t give up Miguel. Keep trying and you’ll make it there.” He thought to himself if, “I give up I die, if I don’t I’ll make it there.”

Two years ago, his family was ready to start the journey to the U.S. His family had a hard time living in Mexico and wanted a better life. His father left first to see if he could find a place to live. Miguel was waiting for his mom to get ready for the trip.

Suddenly, she started crying. “He was a good husband and father,” she sobbed.

Miguel jumped from his sleep knowing his memory would haunt him. The train made it hard to gather his supplies. His mom was thinking while she gathered her supplies. “We’re parting ways Miguel,” his mom said.

“What?” exclaimed Miguel.

“We have to, or the way under the border will be tough.”

“Ok.”

Miguel had to get to the other train that was on the left side of the cargo hold.

“I won’t make it,” Miguel said to himself. When he opened the cargo door, he could hear the train roar like a jet plane.

“Run first,” said his mother, “It will help you.” He ran as fast as he could.  Making the gap with a thump. He looked back at his mom.

“See you on the other side,” his mom screamed. She waved goodbye finally closing the cargo door.


 


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