It’s 11:00 p.m.

Laura Gonzalez
Student; 2010

It’s 11:00 p.m. and I can’t sleep.

My dad doesn’t get home.

My mommy is in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and praying with a rosary in her hands.

Tears are coming out of her eyes, and she keeps praying over and over again.

I’m scared. I can’t stay in my bedroom so I go out to the kitchen to hug her.

Her heart is beating so fast. Suddenly, the door bell rings.

My mom goes as fast as she can to open the door and my dad is there.

He hugs her with tears in her eyes, my mom tells him “I heard in the news that they have been doing raids around the street where you worked, and I thought something bad had happened to you!”

Thankfully, my daddy was home safe, but will he be here tomorrow?