To my son
El proceso de escritura en Soy Autor ha demostrado ir The writing process in Soy Autor evoques an authentic más allá, al convertirse en una experiencia auténtica de experience of self discovery. The following piece is the auto descubrimiento. La presente obra es el resultado result of the collaborative work between students and del trabajo colaborativo entre estudiantes y docentes, teachers to find the hear t of the story, through the para encontrar el corazón de su historia y reflejarla en publication of their first illustrated Memoir. su primer memoir ilustrado.
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Embajada de los Estados Unidos El Salvador
To my son
When I saw him for the first time, my heart was beating fast, I thought it would burst off my chest, like the sea off the shore.
I couldn’t believe that the being in front of me was part of me. Thousands of emotions and new dreams took over me.
He was fragile as a crystal and I knew I had to take care of him as the most valuable thing.
His life depended on me. I felt his skin, soft as silk, his eyes looking me. His hands so small. They needed the best care. I just thought: I must be the best mother of the world! Since that moment, he became the top priority for me.
Time later, my dreams and hopes crumbled down. My life had a 90 degree turn.
Days seem to last forever. I’ve spent six Christmas in here and he is still in my mind, as if our first meeting was yesterday. That memory is here. Engraved in my soul and heart.
Life in this place is difficult, but despite adversity and fights, the hope of being with him gives me strength to keep going. He’s my engine and I miss him very much. He’s my light in the darkness. Jefferson.
Today, Jefferson is an eight years old boy. His skin is the color of caramel. His hair so black, his long hands and skinny legs as his whole body. He has changed. He’s so restless, but I think it’s his age. He’s intelligent and, above all, brave.
My son is the sun that lights my mornings. My inspiration.
He’s everything to me.
When he says to me: I don’t love you… My love for you is as wide as the whole world, as everything in the sky, infinity and beyond.
My heart faints and my soul fades with his question: why don’t they let you go?
I’m left speechless.
I cannot explain to him what happened, and even if I could, perhaps he wouldn’t be able to comprehend it yet. I’m sure of something, somewhere in his little head, confusion must exist and a lot of unanswered questions. Son: I love you. Never doubt it. I know that my absence has hurt you and I beg for forgiveness a million times. Words does not describe how much I love you.
I want to gather the universe, galaxies, sky, sea and earth just to show you a little of my love.
I know that the seed that grew from me will flourish and give my life a new direction. I know that someday we will be together and it will be a new start. Time will pass, you will become a strong and big tree that will give me strength and will make me feel that everything is going to be okay.
At the end of the tunnel there’s always light and I know that I will reach it thanks to you.
I´ll always be waiting with my arms open and lots of love.
I ask God to guide your steps. I Love You.
Your mom.
My Betty Me name llamoisBetty
My family name is Hernández Rodríguez
Mi familia es de apellido Hernández Rodríguez I’m friendly, curious, and sometimes kind
Soyare amigable, curiosa y un poco My sisters Patricia, Mirna, Dinora, Delmi,amable Melissa, Julissa
Hermana Patricia, Mirna, Dinora, Melissa, I grew updesurrounded by nature, adobeDelmi, walls, and love Julissa in La Palma city, Chalatenango
like to learn, entre have fun and write Crecí entre laI naturaleza, paredes de adobe y amor I feel happy and nervous En la ciudad de La Palma, Chalatenango I give the world my power to fight
Me gusta aprender, divertirme y escribir I’m afraid of losing what I love the most
Melove siento contenta y nerviosa I would to see my parents and my son I’malBetty andmis I’m aganas fighter. Le regalo mundo de luchar
Me da miedo perder lo que más amo Me gustaría ver a mis papás y a mi hijo Soy Betty y soy luchadora.