Deborah is home, safe and sound.
We are long on stories — which are so
wonderful to hear.
But short on sleep — as her plane was delayed, and
luggage was lost and we didn’t get home until 2 o’clock this
Lupé’s Mama went along to the airport with us. She spent most
of the trip home going through Deborah’s camera with her, soaking in the news of
her daughter, looking at the pictures of the beautiful house that Ervin has been
building these last six years, looking at the contrasts of beauty and poverty in
the country to which her daughter went, and wiping tears, while trying to smile.
One of the things that the News Reports almost never talk about is how
much illegal immigration costs the families who choose this life. I honestly do
not think it would be worth it for me. Even when everything works out “okay.” the cost is
There are too many broken hearts, broken
homes, broken people.