Truth ComMission

You Don't Know What Truth Is

I am a mother. I am a woman. I am harsh and crude with what I say. I would like to scream. I would like to scream at the top of my lungs. I would like to make this government sick of me. I don't care. I would like to kick everything I have in my house. I would like to cry to exhaustion because I am asking you, president, to see my kid. That kid that got lost in the middle of the day on his way back home from school. The kid that played with his little sister. The one that thought he was going to be a teacher. I want to see him, to hear his voice, to hold his warm hands and ask him for a hug. One of those hugs that warms the cold in my body but mostly in his. All I ask is if this is the last time he can be my kid. Just for the sake of this fucking country, let me see my kid!

By: Nathalia Díaz