Resistance Blog series created in 2011 PeopleSkool Winter Session
Reportera de Prensa Pobre/POOR Magazine Reporter
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El hielo se empesaba adesconjelar.
Por los fuertes rayos del sol una mañana.
Como a las 7:30 am mi hija me abrazo me dio un beso y se despidio. Mis baronsitos me veian como diciendo? Que pasa, porque mi mama se va y nos deja?
Abraze a mi primer baron con el alma pues el solo tenia 5 años. Le dije pase lo que pase no olvides que te amo.
El agacho la cabezita y me dijo esta bien.
No llore pero sentia que la respirasion se me aseleraba el triple de lo normal sentia que mi cuerpo se estaba quedando sin su corazon luego abraze ami bebe y sentia que nuevamente lo perdia.Lo abraze mas fuerte lo bese con los labios temblorosos porque queria llorar,
Le dije ya me voy hijito no vallas a llorar, papa
No se cuando voy a regresar pero te amo.
El solo dijo bueno mami se sonrrio y me dijo
pero seapura mami me trae una paleta y un pan.
El tenia solo 3 años y pensaba que yo hiba regresar pronto
Y asi siguio gritando hasta que ya no me vio
En ese momento yo llore porque ellos ya no me veian .
En todo el viaje lloraba pero traia una meta y tenia que cumplirla y no queria regresar pues no me gusta ser cobarde.
Son 7 años que no los veo de amargura de llanto por no tenerlos conmigo no verlos creser.
No saber cuales son sus gustos cuales son sus pensamientos cuales son sus alegrias, cuales son sus corajes Pero de algo estoy segura es que mi amor crece mas cada dia. Ellos lo saben, es que los amo y ellos a mi, talves la distansia nos a hecho valorar el amor verdadero que nada ni nadie lo hara romper. Mi corazon ya los quiere verlos abrazarlos besarlos sin parar, que no exista el reloj ni el tiempo para separarnos.aunque la sonrisa inocente de mis hijitos lo conservo en el fondo de mi corazon haora que mis hijos hablan conmigo,me siento emosionada ellos dicen mami la amamos y la queremos muchisisimo la extrañamos y queremos que se venga, queremos verla pronto y esas palabras me llenan de satifaccion.
Asi como mis hijos estan creciendo sin mi, hay muchos, mas esta situacion.
Y siguen quedandose sin sus padres por la pobreza
por que el gobierno en nuestras paises no hacen nada para cambiar la situasion y por eso esque mis hijos y a otros niños estan como dice María Helena Jiménez, procuradora 15 judicial de familia de Caldas, se refiere al fenómeno denominado 'huérfanos con padres vivos'.
Yo entiendo esto porque mi mama siempre dice lo mismo que mis hijos estan huerfanos porque a pesar que tienen a su padre cerca y mi con vida. Si yo no estuviera? que seria de estos niños dice ella.
Hay una estimacion, 2009 50 mil niños están creciendo sin sus padres, quienes migraron a otros países
Ingles sigue/English follows
The ice started to melt by the rays of sun in the early morning. It was 7 a.m. My daugther hugged and kissed me on the check and said farewell. My little boys looked at me as if asking themselves, What happened? Why is our mommy leaving us?
I hugged my first son with all my soul. He was only five years old. I told him, “No matter what happends remember that I love you.” He lowered his head and told me, “Ok.” I did not cry but I felt that I started to breathe three times faster then normally, I felt my body losing my heart, I hugged my baby, and I knew I was losing him again. I gave him a big hug and kiss, my lips shaking because I wanted to cry. I told him, “Now I must go. Please do not to cry. I don’t know when I’m coming back, but I love you.” He only said, “Ok mom,” and smiled and added, “Ok, but hurry up mommy and bring me a popsicle and a loaf of bread.” He kept saying this until I disappeared, and at that moment I began to cry because I knew I wouldn’t see them soon. I cried through my whole journey, but I had a goal and I needed to reach it and get to the North, and I wouldn’t come back because I don’t like to be a coward.
It has been 7 years that I have not seen them, and I feel bitterness and sadness for not having my kids and seeing them grow.
It has been 7 years of not knowing what their tastes are, what their thoughts are, what makes them happy, how they get angry. But there is one thing that I am sure of, and that is they know I love them and they love me. And maybe the distance has made us appreciate true love that nothing or nobody can brake.
My heart wants to see them and hug and kiss them in person. I want to see them now and hold them without stopping, kiss them without end. I wish that time did not exist and would separate us apart. I remember the smiles and keep the memories in my heart. Now and then when I speak with them by phone, I feel happy to hear their voice they say that they loved me, tat they miss me a lot. They say they want to see me soon, and hearing this fills me with satisfaction.
Just like my children are growing up without me, there are many more in the same situation.
Many children live without their parents cause of poverty, and the goverments of our countries don’t do anything to change the situation. This is why my children and other children are in this situation, according to Maria Helena Jimenez, juducial attorney for the family of Caldas. She refers to the phenomenon of “orphans with living parents.”
I understand because my mother said the same thing about me. She would say these kids have their fathers closeby to them, and me alive. If I was not here what would be the future of those children?
In 2009, 50 thousands children are growing up without parents, who have migrated to other countries.