the train.
the only time I went was when abuelo died.
Mama never wanted to go out of town.
and so I forgot what it felt.
the rustling of the train tracks.the adrenaline when the train starts.
i held the cold metal pole.
"did I make the right choice?"
that question was all I could think of.numb.
numb numb numb.
i wasn't crying, nor happy, nor scared.
I didn't feel anything.
I never felt like this before.it hit me.
I don't have Papa's contact.
I don't have a passport.
I don't have a birth certificate or ID.
Mama was an illegal immigrant.———————-.
anx·ious
experiencing worry, unease, or nervousness, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome.
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I was feeling very, very anxious.
I never had independence.
I was always with my mother.what if they found out I was illegally here?
will Papa rescue me? will Mama rescue me?If I ask the authorities where my Papa is,
they will know my identity.I am feeling something far more than anxious.
I bo longer felt numb. I am scared.
Terrified.Suddenly, a hand offered a coffee.
I looked to see a girl offering me.
She had a pretty smile, round glasses.
"are you okay?" she asked"no. I am not"
was the truth. instead I told her.
"yes, I am fine"
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Sea Child
Adventurei am the child of the sea. a poet like story. from a small town to a murder investigation, to migration problems to lost souls. i am oakley.