My Dearest Maria Isabel

Dear , Maria Isabel

Hola mi amor, sorry I couldn’t write to you earlier. Te extraño demasiado bebe! I want to see you again, no aguanto estar tan lejos de usted. I have you grate news; I left drugs, soy un hombre Nuevo. It was extremely difficult to get here. I saw unimaginable cruelties and was beaten up almost left dying. Fue horrible, sufrio mucho, y fue peor sin ti bebe. I am now in the United States with my mother. When I arrived here, sentí que estaba en otro mundo, todo es diferente. There are edificios enormes, ni se comparan a los de Honduras. I feel everything is cleaner in here and there are more opportunities for me. When I saw my mother for the first time we both started to cry. Fue bello nuestro encuentro. We caught up on all we have missed I love being with my mom. My mom treats me like if I it was our last time together. She sends me to school and we spent most of our free time together, which isn’t much. She works till late at night and she does not have that much free time. Even though living here is much better than living with no money in Honduras, la vida no es de solo pastels y arcoiris. I mean life is not just cakes and rainbows it is hard. I have to worry about police our migration sending me back to Honduras. If they did my life would be ruined. That is not my only problem, I have to work after school and sleep late while waking up early in the morning. I learned to speak English; things are easier knowing what they are saying. At first when they asked me any question or told me something a just answered, “no speaking English”, I also said, phrases like solo español, no entiendo, o lo siento no hablo ingles, even though some times what they were telling me was very important. That is the reason speaking English in this country is vital.

Maria I really miss you, eres mi media naranja. One time in class they told me to write about an interesting experience, I could have written about my journey, or about my drug use experiences, but I wrote about you. I couldn’t get you out of my head; now that I do not have to worry about getting killed I have my mind free of preoccupations and full of love towards you. I miss the way you make me feel, it was a great journey being with you, I have a new drug addiction that doesn’t harm me, and this drug called Maria Isabel.

Maria, I ask you to please do not follow me to the United States. It’s obvious I want to see you, but if you make the journey to el norte, it is probably I won’t. This trip is extremely difficult, if you take it you’ll suffer and, que dios lo prevenga, but it is probably you’d die. I beg you stay there and may be some will be together.

From your love, Enrique

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