My name is Elena, and I am a 17-year-old pregnant mother who bravely immigrated from Honduras in search of a better life. I am fortunate to have two loving parents who have worked tirelessly to support our family, but their long hours often left us struggling to make ends meet. After becoming pregnant, the Honduran government prevented me from continuing my education, which deeply affected my dreams and ambitions.
Faced with these challenges, my family made the difficult decision for my father to move to the United States first. A few months later, my 4-year-old brother, 8-year-old sister, and I embarked on a journey filled with uncertainty and hope. The experience of crossing the border from Honduras to Guatemala was particularly harrowing as we had to stay hidden, always worrying about the dangers that surrounded us. With very little money, our hope was quickly diminished when Mexican Federal Agents stopped our bus and demanded we pay them to continue our journey, fully aware of our immigrant status.
After 8 grueling days, we finally reached the Mexico-U.S. border. It was a dark and frightening night when we squeezed into a small boat, risking everything for the chance at freedom and opportunity. Upon successfully crossing, we were told to walk into sight of the Border Patrol. They questioned us and gathered our information, we were later taken to what they called “ice boxes.” It was an incredibly cold experience, both physically and emotionally; all we had were flimsy foil blankets as protection against the chills.
After three long days, we were separated and taken to an immigration center, where, in a bittersweet moment, we learned that our father was already here. Shortly after that, we were finally sent to Minnesota. As we arrived, a mix of emotions washed over me. It felt like a dream come true, yet I also felt so out of place. Holding my belly, I thought, “We made it!” while grappling with both joy and sorrow.
One of my greatest struggles now is the fact that, due to my legal status, I am unable to work to support myself or my family. I eagerly wait for a court date regarding my parole, feeling the weight of uncertainty. The thought of attending without a lawyer—a cost I simply cannot afford—fills me with anxiety.
Each night, I find myself tossing and turning, burdened with overwhelming questions. How will I provide for my child? Why can’t I receive the help I desperately need from the county despite my continuous efforts? Thankfully, Latino V.O.I.C.E.S. has stepped in to support me, helping me find resources to get by.
My mother also embarked on her journey to reunite with us in the United States. However, she faced heartbreaking challenges and was denied at the border twice. On her final attempt, she persevered and was granted a temporary stay because her children were already here. Now, we anxiously await a letter that could force her to return to Honduras, a thought that fills me with dread. At just 17, I find myself not only caring for my son but also trying to be a mother figure to my younger siblings. My most ardent wish is to graduate high school, secure a job, and create a safe home for my son and me. Beyond that, I dream of obtaining the documentation I need to further my education and reach my full potential.
I’m relieved to share that I have finally been enrolled in school at New Beginnings in Chaska, where I will have the chance to pursue my high school diploma. This is my story, but it is also the story of many others who face similar struggles.
“Each young woman who walks through our doors profoundly impacts us, stirring feelings of compassion and a desire to support them. It prompts us to reflect on how we can continue to uplift these resilient young women as they strive to achieve their American Dream.” – Latino Voices team
