Thawing the Silence

I remember the moment I left my country. I was 15 years old, living in Venezuela. I was with my father and my sister, and together we made the journey — walking long stretches and riding in a car during other parts of the trip. I will never forget that day, because it was the day I had to say goodbye to everything and everyone I loved. First, we left Venezuela and crossed into Colombia. From there...

I remember the moment I left my country. I was 14 years old, living in Honduras. I was with my little sister, who was 12, and together we faced many challenges and experiences — some beautiful, but mostly difficult — as we made our way to the border to turn ourselves in to immigration. I will never forget that day, because it was an incredibly difficult decision for two kids as young as us. We had...

I still remember the smell of arepas on the morning my life changed. I was 13 years old when my mother and I, along with a group of people we barely knew, began the journey of leaving our country. I did not fully understand what was happening, but I could feel it — in my mother's silence, in the way the adults moved fast, like something was pushing them forward. The journey was not easy. There wer...

It all began one morning in Colombia—in my home country, in my hometown called Cicuco. Due to various troubles, my family and I were forced to leave the country. We set out on June 10, 2024, at 2:00 in the morning. We traveled from my hometown to a region of Colombia called Montería; from there, we stopped and spent 10 days held captive in Acandí. Afterward, we spent one day at the edge of the jun...

My Journey to the United States I remember the moment I came to this country. I was 8 years old, living in Guatemala. I was with my mother, and together we made the journey to the United States. I will never forget that day — it was one of the most important days in my family’s life, and it was all for the sake of a better future. First, my family and I gathered all of our most important belonging...

I arrived in Tapachula, Mexico; from there, we took a motorcycle to a hotel, and the next day we traveled by bus to Tuzla. In Tuzla, we slept at the bus terminal until the next bus departed for Arriaga. Then, we caught another bus that took us to Mexico City. When we arrived in Mexico City, we didn't know what to do or where to go, because right after we got off the bus, we were robbed of everythi...

A Journey of Sacrifice and Hope This story captures the powerful experience of a family migrating for a better life. Family Sacrifice: Parents left behind their own families and homeland, driven by hope for their child's future. Emotional Complexity: The journey was filled with both sadness (leaving loved ones) and happiness (seeking new opportunities). Generational Impact: The child recognizes th...

I remember the moment I came to America. I was 6 years old, living in Guatemala. I was with my mom, and together we traveled by car and on foot. I will never forget that day — it was really hard and really scary. First, we gathered what we could carry, which wasn't much because my mom was pregnant. We made our way to the meeting point, but that was where things got harder. We had to split up and g...

Welcome to this episode. Today, we’re exploring the powerful connection between education, storytelling, and the immigrant experience.