I sat with my legs crossed trying not to move an inch. My aunt, and brother are in the seat next me. The drive was long my legs are getting cramped. We traveled from a near-by shack where 20 other clients are waiting to take this same journey. I spent most of the past hour thinking of the life I’m moving toward. I’m not even sure if this is what I really want. I’m not even sure where I will live. My uncle said I could stay with him and that he could get me a job. The smell of diesel form the transit traffic is making it harder to breathe.
We seemed to be waiting forever. The driver is listening to his favorite “banda” music and sings along as if we are not even here. He purchases a snack of cut fruit in a plastic cup and I can smell the lemon he squeezes over it. It makes my mouth water. My stomach begins to growl with hunger. He eats it loudly as if to tease us. Traffic has begun to move again. We must not be far away.
We arrive at the point of entry and the driver shows his papers. He seems a little nervous; surely he’s done this before. The officer must have thought so too; we are sent to the secondary inspection area. I hoped that all this hard work and money was worth it. If only I could pass this last inspection.
I held my breath. I knew we had arrived.
The door on my side of the car opens. I can here the dogs panting and then growling next to me. I feel myself void on my leg. My legs are numb but are cramping at the same time. Go away dog. I hear the officer take something from his pocket. It’s a knife. I didn’t pass!
very nice story like I am reading a novel and making me thinking into the past. I want to read more of this story….. I love it!