Mi Amor
Meet Amor
She never smiled—not once. All the cooing and jiggling and silly faces did not move this child to give us a smile. Meet Amor, age 19 months. She is from Sinaloa, and is heading to Utah with Grandma. They will try and cross tonight, after being picked up a few days ago in the desert by the Border Patrol. Grandma lives in Utah, speaks perfect English, and must bring little Amor to the US for reasons she cannot discuss. “You really don’t want to know…”, she tells me.
I ask if she has a “plan” once she crosses into the desert. She tells me her son will meet her. “Everything will be OK…. I have my cell phone.” I ask Grandma how she happened to settle in Utah. She lights up and tells me she loves Utah, loves the people, and is “almost a Mormon.”
Amor quietly watches me talk. Her eyes look like they are a thousand years old. She is thin, and looks to be 6 months old, not 19 months.
I tell them both that there is another meal at 4 PM today. Be sure and feed Amor and take extra nourishment. The nights are cold now. We have blankets. I show her the sox, the jackets.
If there are miracles afoot, tonight is the night that Amor and Grandma will need one.
Well Harry, you look so well in tis pic. Great job once again. Heading bck to GV on Thurs. Lookingto get back to Comedor that next Tues.Have alot to share of my Public Speaking about Samaritan and Kino Project throughout the US.
My oh My Peg…
I am astounded each and every time I visit you here…the love and caring, the contrast, and the sadness. I have tears, and anger, and shame. You have found a real calling. I will find mine.Meantime I will meet you at the “Occupy” sights somewhere…