Separated at the Border, Torn Apart Again
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It was still dark out when Mirsy Maricela Alva López woke up her two children. “Get up,” she said. “We’re leaving.” Her eldest, 14-year-old Briseidy, protested: “Why so early?” Their flight wasn’t for a few hours, but a taxi was coming to the hotel at 6 a.m. to take them to Guatemala City’s La Aurora International Airport.
“Remember to bring your things,” Alva López said. The past 11 months of their lives fit into three backpacks of clothes. “Hurry up, son,” she told Ederson, 11, making sure
“Remember to bring your things,” Alva López said. The past 11 months of their lives fit into three backpacks of clothes. “Hurry up, son,” she told Ederson, 11, making sure
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