Immigrants and their free ride in America

Look at Paco. He doesn’t know how easy he has it. Twenty two years old. He’s somewhere in southern Mexico. Eyes puffy. Maybe he’s tired. Maybe this has been the day he’s been waiting for. Maybe the day he’s been dreading. Look at him put all the money he’s earned in the fields inside a lucky sock. Paco stashes it in his old book bag along with one change of clothes, couple pictures…couple scriptures. A pencil written love letter from Juanita. He loved her you know. Letter looks worn out….

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