We wake up at 3in the morning to get money for food,we pick and pick cotton for hours,tired with cuts on our arms,we work and work til the sun sets with just a few coins to barely feed ourselves,we want a good future for our future children,but theres to many horrible things in this country how would my children grow?,grow up watching people shoot one another,hiding inside in order not to get taken,fear...fear is what keeps them alive,but.... who would ever want that?want there children to have fear every step of the way? I hug my parents goodnight,hugging them with all my strength and cherishing the moment withem....which would be my last,I go to my room write them a letter,telling them how much I love them and that it’s  for the best for me,I turn of my light