It’s dark outside the window. After a few minutes, another house on another dirt road. I look for a red one with three trees in front. Two vans. It’s hard to see. The adults keep talking. ¿What’s gonna happen? We had to make it this time. I might never see my parents. I don’t want to sleep in that cage. I don’t want to sleep without Carla and Patricia. I want my parents. I want a real bed. I want McDonald’s and snow and a swimming pool. I don’t want to walk the desert ever again.
