My family went on vacation to Cancun while I buried my 12 year old son… and when they returned, they were homeless. Without warning. No return.

Chapala. They left at 8 in the morning, laughing because Mateo had more food than hooks. I said goodbye to them from the door, with a calm feeling in my chest. At 6 they should have been back. At 7 I called Joaquín and he went to the mailbox. At 8 I started walking around the room.

At 8:47 they knocked on the door.

Two police officers were outside. continue reading …