Luna, why did you leave Guatemala?

… I wanted to have dollars. I hated my life in Guatemala. Luna said.

It was bad?

My husband beat me every day. Ho. He did not beat me. He slapped me  across the face. That`s what he did. Slap, slap, slap. All day long. My cheek  became a part of his hand.

So you came alone?

Yes, Luna answered. I thought anything was better than that, But I was  wrong.

Yes, you were wrong.

 

Prayers for the Stolen, Jennifer Clement

Un Alma Cercana