That was really scary. I honestly thought we'd be trafficked instead of smuggled for a second, and I can't believe the man (his name is Aldo) believed us about my uncle. We're in his truck driving towards the border. María says it smells terrible, and I don't blame her...Aldo never rolls down the windows when he smokes. Anyway, I'll write back when we're in America! You have no idea how excited I am.
XOXO, Clara
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Home of the Brave
Short StoryImmigrants are often viewed as waves of unwanted citizens. You don't see their faces or hear their stories. Read from the journal entries of Clara, a sixteen-year-old crossing Mexico at an attempt to cross the U.S. border with her friend Larrana and...
