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Northern Triangle

It was late as I opened the door to face three armed bandidos who stepped into my space. The threat, “leave or you and your household will die.”


The why me, immaterial.


This is life in the Northern Triangle.


The speaker smirks, turns, walks away, followed by his cohorts.


The government, United States, unhelpful, pray if wish, nothing has stemmed families and friend from migrating north. 5% of Hondurans live in the US with legal status, many returned, 40% will return to the US.


My children stand behind as a bullet splits the wood in the door above my head.

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