I’m exploring my past, my pain, and through writing find healing.
It was July 1999, I was maybe 6 months pregnant at age 20. I was no way ready to be a mom, but I was very mature for my age and I was always very independent. I had met him at the beach and I felt like I had met the most handsome guy, I remember feeling lucky to be dating a guy in his 20’s with his own car, it was a black mustang.
I can still hear the gunshots loud and clear. I see the mob of people turning the corner and she was frozen staring right at me. She would have been trampled but in an instant she disappeared. I couldn’t leave them behind, I had to hide in the next cafe. Fear kept me from running back to them. All I could do is scream, “escondanse” — hide! My mind…