Adios Mexico

When my parents took me back with them, I found a crazy house to live in. I didn’t know how bad and broken their relationship was. Whenever they visited me at my grandmother’s place, it was for a short time, and they pretended that everything was fine. But the truth was that they were physically fighting every day, throwing and destroying things all around the house, or at least that’s the reality I found. I used to hide under my bed, because I was terrified that they might come after me and start to hit me as well.

Luckily for me, this situation didn’t last too long. After just a few months, they got involved in a massive fight. My mother went crazy and started to throw all the dishes in the kitchen against my father, and he also started to break things in the house. It was insane. I do not really remember that much of that fight. I think my brain somehow shut down that event. I just remember that the police came to my place and took my father away, after he ran after my mother with a knife. He started to scream at the police “Do you know who I am?.” They threw him against the floor and took him out of the house immediately.

Right after that, my mother, who was in shock, went upstairs and started to pack our belongings. I didn’t know what exactly was going on. I asked her many times “Mom, what is going on? I am scared.” She never replied, just took my hand and the bags and we left the house. I left that house in tears, scared and in shock.

We took a taxi, and we spent the night in a hotel. The next day, we went to the central station and took a bus to another city. I didn’t know where we were going. I was a kid, and also had no idea of what the hell was happening; all that I can remember is that we spent one day and one night on that bus. I was so scared and afraid, thinking I might never see my father again.

We landed in a city in North Mexico. It was hot as hell, and totally different to what I knew in Guadalajara, but I was so grateful that finally the trip on that bus was over, my legs couldn’t take it anymore. I was annoyed, sad, confused, scared and terrified. We stayed that night in a cheap hotel, and I felt immediately asleep.

We took another bus early in the morning, hitting another city. Still, everything was a mystery for me. We arrived in a new city and my mother was making phone calls all the time, and meeting random people, who I didn’t know who they were. We spent three days in that hotel and in that city.

We got ready for what my mother called our last trip. It was night, and we went to a place downtown. There were around 8 people already waiting for us to arrive. Right after we got into a van, I was sitting on my mother’s legs, and they asked me not to talk no matter what, no scream and not to make noises.

Regardless of what others might think, I felt safe, because the passengers traveling with us were really nice people who offered me food and drinks, so they took care of me. After a few hours, everyone got out of the van. It was pretty weird for me, because there was just desert, literally nothing there! Not a single house, car, or even light.