This is a powerful story of one child, representative of 48,000 children per year, who leave Central America and Mexico each year in search of their mothers in the United States. Enrique's mom, while she lived in the Honduras, scrubbed laundry in a muddy river for others to make money. She sold tortillas, used clothes, and plantains door-to-door. She sold gum, crackers, and cigarettes on a sidewalk curb. Her husband had left her.
Enrique's mom left her family when he was five to go the the United States to get a better job and send home money so that both of her children would have food, clothes, books, and pencils so that they could be educated. His mom, like so many others in her situation, had every intention of saving money in the United States to send for her children within two years.
Enrique was left for a while with his father, who had started a new family. His stepmother did not want him. His uncle took him in, treated him well, and then was killed. Enrique went to live with his grandmother, but when he started to sniff glue and became an addict, his grandmother threw him out of the house. Enrique's mom, out of loneliness, became pregnant with another daughter, and could never save enough to send for her other two children. Her guilt was enormous.
Enrique, like all other children, did not want money. He wanted his mom. He felt abandoned by his mom, his dad, and his grandmother. He only dreamed, day after day, of leaving and finding his mom. Enrique became a "migrant," escaping through Mexico by jumping from the top of one train to another. Like other migrants from Central America, (Central Americans are considered inferior by Mexicans), corrupt police shake them down for money, gangs of bandits rob them, rape women, and kill migrants randomly. So many migrants lose their limbs by jumping from train to train. When migrants are caught, they are sent back to their starting place. Enrique tried to escape many times, each time getting wiser, trying to stay safer on his journeys. He was robbed and beaten, almost left for dead.
This is not a story for the faint hearted. There are, however, good people from the Mexican states of Oaxaca and Veracruz, who throw food, drinks, and clothing to the migrants as their trains pass. There are a few priests who help feed and shelter migrants. Olga, who should be recognized publicly for her heroism, brings migrants to her home, feeds them, and helps those who lost their limbs, heal. She raises money to give the limbless prosthetics.
Once children finally make it and find their moms, by paying "coyotes" money to transport them across the river and keep them safe until they cross into Texas, or other U.S. parts, the "love" they have stored for so long turns to resentment towards the mom. She left. Children were abandoned. The words and actions of the abandoned are hurtful once the reunion has occurred.
I applaud Sonia Nazario for "becoming" one of the migrants to experience their plight and pain. Enrique was her choice, the boy to follow, on his quest to find his mom. He was successful, but at what cost?