Words:
Amigo - Friend
muy lejos - very far
por favor - please
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The blazing morning sun shined through the cracks of the wooden crate. My feet had been asleep for awhile now, the tingling had turned to a numbing sensation. I questioned what I had gone through to end up at that point. It didn't seem too long ago that I was sitting at a café planning a wedding. Now I was in a wooden crate immigrating back into the United States.

The car had come to a stop and I tried to shift into a comfortable position within the limited space. I could hear the driver turn the car keys and then a shuffling of papers.

"Amigo, where you headed?"

"Fresno" the driver responded shortly.

"Muy lejos" the voice of the other man stated. We were at the borderline that voice must belong to an immigration officer.

"Mi family live 'der" the driver answered.

I listened intensely, the quiet pauses just made me extremely nervous. I felt my face redden and sweat dripped from my brow.

"Open the back por favor" the officer said and I could hear the echoing footsteps as he approached the back of the pickup truck.

Without warning something smacked the crates in front of me. Startled, I felt myself jump.

The officer was conversing with another, "open these".

I felt my heart in my throat. It was over; everything was over. Once they inspected ever single crate they'd notice mine. How heavy it is to be lifted and soon enough… I'd come face to face with the scorching sun in the middle of July.

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Hello. I haven't been on this site in over a year, yikes!
I'm actually thrilled about this unexpected story, it won't be too long and I still don't even know what it is about hahaha. I just wanted to post it and see what happens.
Thanks for reading (:

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