Teresa

Teresa

She just crossed the border illegally. You find her hiding in your garage. She looks at you, pleading with her eyes as you hear border patrol agents outside.

I hear a noise in my garage, I go in to investigate. Hiding behind my car is a young Mexican girl Who are you?

Shhh, they may hear you senõr. I don’t want to go back to Mexico, the men try to take me, do bad things. She says.

Quietly I ask, what is your name?

Teresa, señor, I’m Teresa. Please, let me hide.

There is a knock at your door, you look and see it’s the border patrol. What do you do?