My Dearest Maria Isabel

My love, Maria Isabel,

It's been 8 days since I crossed the U.S border. Not only was it the scariest day of my life, but the longest one, too. I arrived to Austin, Texas and slept the first 3 nights there. I stayed at a shelter ran by past migrants. Two nights ago I arrived to North Carolina. Finally, I thought, the day I will meet my mami after years of not seeing her. You have no idea what this city looks like. It's like I’m in the future. They actually have Jaguars and BMW's roaming around the streets as the ones we used to see in the movies. Yesterday I was walking across the street when I saw this huge sign that read, "We buy ugly houses"! Can you imagine that? If we had that in our country they would have bought our house ten years ago! We'd be rich by now! Then, as I went inside a coffee shop to search for a job, my shelter owner bought me a cup of coffee. Well, I had to find another shelter to sleep in the new state I was at. Anyways, He passed through his credit card and then I realized he lifted up a plastic stick and began to right his signature in a machine. At first I didn't know what the hell he was doing, and even though the pen did not have any ink, you could see his writing begin to appear in the machine! It was magic and I was experiencing it first hand! I was freaked out the first days, mostly in shock, but as the days have gone by I've began to understand that people here are just so freaking awesome! They are super cool, if you ask me. I wish I could be like them. You see, they carry their tiny, groomed dogs in little handbags and their mouths are equipped with natural filters so that they can drink water directly from the faucet without getting any sicknesses. Diego, the shelter owner, gave me some Amish bread and told me it was very special and brought all the way from another state. At first I thought he meant Ashes bread, and didn’t understand why burnt bread was so special, but I had just heard him wrong. Mi niña, your semita with coke is nothing compared to this buen pedazote de pan! I’ve never tasted such a thing. When I called my mom for the first time she began to cry and almost had a heart attack. She felt weird and was taken to the hospital to find out that she had experienced a panic attack. Maybe it was all the emotions she was feeling at once. I went to visit her to the hospital pero pu*a nunca la encontre! I searched every f-ing room for my mom and at last they told me she had gone home again. What did that mean?!! Home in North Carolina, or deported the hell back to Honduras? I had to find out, the latter could not be happening to me, not after almost getting killed in the long, harsh journey to the United. For the next three weeks I was not able to get a job. I had to sleep on the floor and could eat nothing else than a loaf of bread. The fourth week I was tired of everything. I wanted to kill myself everywhere I went. It was worse when an officer announced that my mom was in fact sent backed to her home country. This is the end of everything Maria Isabel. There is no reason for me to keep living, except you and our baby. So I promise you, Maria Isabel, I promise you with my life, that I will try everything to give you and my child money all the way from the country of miracles. I will send you gifts and pay our home back there in Tegus. Some day I will begin the journey again, but this time I will be returning to my barrio, where I belong. Nothing else matters, but you, our baby and our lives together. By then I will be with my mom as well, and my life purpose will be fulfilled.
With hope and love, your Enrique