As the sun began to set, thoughts of doubt crouded her brain. she looked to her sides and saw the face of her children, all three of them unsatisfied from their bellies, and so tiered it was hard to sleep. looking back to the that day she knew that if she would have met these three faces back then she would not be sitting in the place where she is now.

Like manny single mothers with bastared children Maria decided that imigrating to the us might be the best desition to make. Besides, she had herd manny rummered stories about what life was like in the land of opportunities. Unfortunatly like in most situatiuons, reality is often harsh and not like the rummored stories. Maria still looked younge and full of life when she first arived, but now with everithing she went through, she had aged.

When she had made this desition she had done it so that her kids might have a better life than she did, a good education, a good job, and some day maybe even a good family. Now she doubted her dreams, it seemed that with every day that when by it became harder for these dreams to ever even someday seem real. Unfortunatly there was nothing for her to look back at either. She had left no known family behinde, and everithing she had ever owned, she had sold, and the monny she got from it wasnt enough for anything.

Maria just sat, emty, no longer full of dreams and life. especialy not life, life had become the enemy, it was becouse of the way life treated her that she was were she was. Yet she secretly hoped that life might still be there the next day. that maybe life might become a friend.