I kept asking myself every night, why her.
Why MY mom. She's struggled to set food on the table
For all four of us.
They came in pounding loud on door.
And just by staring at my moms wrinkled stressed face, she knew that I knew what was about to happen.
She hugged us all so tight that you could just feel her sadness.
Two border patrols come in looking for the only thing we had.
They took her.
Her tears running down her face ,asking me, the oldest, to take good care of us all.
My mother is what I call the greatest warrior. But I still ask myself every night....why us?
Why her.