We made a stop at a gas station and by looking at the signs, I knew we were in Mexico. I sat up as the sun blinded me and looked around. There was less people in the bus.
"Disculpe," I said tapping the old man in front of me. "¿Sabe en que ciudad estamos?"
"No se pero estamos en Sinaloa." Okay I guess we weren't that far away from Jalisco which is a good thing. I thank the old man and sat back. I felt nervous wondering how my parents will react to me arriving.
I was debating if I should check if Joel messaged me but changed my mind once I remembered that my phone was dead. I doubt I'd had service anyways.
"¿Oye, por qué estas regresando a México?" A women asked as she judged me. I look up and half smiled at her. "Dime que vienes a visitar y no quedarte aquí."
"No." I said. "Vengo a quedarme y no planeo regresar."
The woman rolled her eyes and stared at the front. "En estos días los chamacos no saben nada. No agradecen lo que sus padres sacrifican por ellos."
"Disculpa pero usted no me puede hablar así si no sabe por qué regreso. Usted ni me conoce. No me juzgues"
The lady looked at me in disbelieve. "A no? Entonces, a ver, cuéntame."
At this point I was heated and didn't want to tell her anything. But I knew if I didn't, she'll think she's right which is the last thing I want her to think.
"Yo estoy agradecida por todo lo que mis padres me an dado. Una vida nueva. Pero yo no puede estar haya sin ellos." The lady gave me a questioning look. "A mis padres, los deportaron." I said looking down. "Y por eso-"
"Que chillona eres." She simply said. "No crees que para ellos era difícil de no estar con su familia? Ellos sacrificaron demasiado para que tú lo dejaras todo. No eso no está bien." She said moving her finger. "Tienes que ser fuerte aunque te cueste tanto dolor."
My blood was boiling but some of what she said made me think about my decision, in fact, I had doubts.
"Sería mejor que regreses para los Estados Unidos." She said.
"Para qué? Para vivir en miedo que me pase lo mismo que a mis padres? Si regresó, tengo que pasarme de mojado." I said trying to control my anger.
"Pues hazlo." She said as if it was the easiest thing.
"Mejor ya no diga más por qué claramente usted no sabe lo que está diciendo." I said grabbing my things and switching seats.
I rest my head against the window. The lady's words kept running through my head. Why? If I'm sure of my decision.
I got up and went outside to get some fresh air. Another bus was parked and it seemed as if it was going the other way. I decided to use the restroom since we still had more to go.
Once I got back, I noticed my things were missing. I looked around in panic until a boy came to me. "La señora de la blusa rosada tiene tus cosas."
I looked up at the lady from earlier and she just smirked. "Te dije que te regreses." I couldn't believe it. This bitch!
I ran out the bus and into the other one. I pushed pass through everyone who was in line and looked around for my stuff. They were way in the back of the bus. As I try to leave the bus and go back to mine, it got crowded as the people filled it.
"Por favor déjame pasar!" I shouted as I shoved people. Once I got to the front, through the window, I saw my bus disappear into the distance.
"Fuck my life." I whispered as tears started to fall down. I sat on the seat near the front and rested my head against the window.
Dios sabe porque hace las cosas.
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10 Years • Joel Pimentel
Fanfiction"True Friendship" True friendship is when someone knows you better than yourself and takes a position in your best interests in a crisis. Friendship goes beyond just sharing time together, and it is long lasting. Friendship can mean different things...
