A Mother's Fight
In a humble neighborhood of Los Angeles, Maria Vargas woke up before the sun had fully risen. As the aroma of coffee filled the small kitchen, she felt the weight of an anxious heart. The news had been disturbing: reports of families being torn apart in the middle of the night, innocent lives shattered during mass deportation. Maria, a mother of three, had lived in the United States for over a decade after fleeing violence in her hometown in Mexico. The thought of her children being taken away frightened her more than anything else.
As she prepared breakfast, her eldest son, Carlos, walked in with tousled hair and sleepy eyes. "Mom, are we safe?" he asked cautiously, a whisper of fear in his voice.
Maria knelt down to meet Carlo's gaze. "We are together, mi hijo, and together we are strong. I promise I will do everything I can to keep you safe." She could see the doubt in his eyes, but she smiled, hoping to reassure him.
Later that day, Maria attended a community meeting at the local church. It was packed with families, each one affected by the looming threat. The priest talked passionately about unity and courage,...