I'd like to tell the story of a daughter of a deported immigrant. How she moved away to a beautiful house while leaving her parents and half of her heart in Mexico.
The first day was the day I moved into a
beautiful house while leaving everything behind.
Leaving behind half of my heart and my parents in Mexico. In
Mexicali, Baja California.The second day wasn't any better because school started and all I could think about
was the other half of my heart
that I left along with with my parents in Mexico, while the other half was in a beautiful house with three other hearts and a half.And I knew this would go on in a routine until I stopped thinking about that half of my heart
that's in my hometown and the other
in a beautiful house with three and a half others.
I can go to my parents and then finally there will be five full hearts but until then all I
worry about is my half of a heart that's in Mexico.
The one I left behind with my parents and the other that rests in this beautiful house with three and a half others.
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