I was riding my bike feeling the soft air in my face. Like a swing, I was riding the bike backward and forward in the same street thinking about the most important decision in my life. I was thinking about whether to stay in Honduras or come to the United States. In Honduras, the situation is very dangerous because people get killed by the gang wars — gangs prey like wolves on innocent people. The danger for me was that I was young and the gangs threaten young people to join them and do their orders or get punished.
I am not really sure what I want to be when I grow up but I would like to be a doctor, a pilot, or a Spanish teacher, perhaps in Honduras. I would not have the opportunity to accomplish any of it in Honduras, but in the U.S. I would have better opportunities, get a career, graduate, and maybe I could not face this situation.
My parents were in the U.S. when I was in Honduras and they told me that I could have a better life there. I didn’t want to leave Honduras because all my relatives and friends were there and I love my country, but my mom always said, “Cada mejora merece un sacrificio” (every improvement deserves a sacrifice).