10 Minute Writing Exercise #4 by Marc
Marisol held her infant close to her breast. At least she is getting enough nourishment she thought. There was so much concerning her. Would her hunger ever subside? What would happen to her and her baby when the cold weather arrived? It was bad enough that the only shelter they had was a tarp to cover them at night and when it rained. And she didn’t want to recall the personal degradation she had endured to get it. Living on the sidewalk in this foreign city was not what she had imagined when she and the baby crossed the southern border months ago. The shopkeepers hated her and the others, whose only home was on the sidewalk in front of their shops.
Marisol didn’t understand how a country that welcomed immigrants, legal or not, could be so cruel as to not care as to what happened to them when they arrived. We are transparent she thought, the unseen and unheard, and sobbed softly.
But the rain had started, so she and her dear, dear child huddled under their tarp.
Sad commentary on what most likely is experienced today by those passing through our border illegally.
ReplyDelete