My name is Miguel Gonzalez and I have a dream. A dream that everyone desire, that I want to fulfill so much. A dream that is set of ideals in freedom and the opportunity for prosperity and success. And that dream is the American Dream. I want to go to the promise land no matter what the cost.
I live in San Miguel, El Salvador with my kid brother and grandma. My brother name is Erik he’s nine years younger than me, which makes him ten. Also my grandma is about ninety-eight old, I still cannot believe she have live that long, but that didn’t last long. She had died two days later after her birthday, March 24 was her birthday. Hardly anybody intended to her funeral just my brother and I. Also her sister had intended I thought I wouldn’t see her because she hardly visits.
Most of our relatives live in the United States of America or the promise land, you know where your wishes come true. I remember my grandma sister saying after the funeral. “What now, are you going to take care of us?” She didn’t replied like I didn’t exists. My younger brother was there looking at me with a worried look.
“What are we going to do now?” he said
“I don’t know yet”, but I already knew what we’re going to do. We were going to go to United States of America. We started going home, the sun was on the horizon almost going to be night in a couple of minutes. Later that night I woke up, after having a terrible nightmare. I look over to my side of the bed to see if I woke Erik, but gladly I didn’t. I got up went to the kitchen and went to get some water to see if that will help. I thought to myself if I could go to America. I do have about 6000 pesos saved up just for a special occasion. But I’m worried about Erik. I don’t want to put him any kind of danger. I went back to my bedroom and try to fall back asleep. The next morning I woke up and threw a pillow at him “Erik wake up were leaving.
“Can’t I get a couple of minutes, Miguel” he had said. “Wait, what did you said. We’re leaving, were are we going” he said.
“Good question, were going to America” I said. “Go pack your things what you’ll need, like clothes, and some resources” I said.
“What about some money, we will need” Erik said. I couldn’t tell him that I stole the money from different people, because we were broke and needed the, so I lied. “I worked a lot over the 3 months and saved up for an occasion like this” I lied. I didn’t want to set a bad example for him.
“Oh, okay.” he went to go pack his things. After about twenty minutes we headed out the door. “Which way ate we going to go the river or the train” he said.
“We are going to the train, because I think it’s the cheapest and the fastest. And see where it leads us.” He looked at me like he was excited about going to America. Maybe, because he can see our relatives in what do you call that place, Texas, maybe I don’t know. But more importantly we can see out parents if they recognize us. It’s been a long time since I saw them, which was when I was eleven years old. Erik had been one I think and I doubt he remembers them.  But he would always ask me time and time again.
“How did they look like? How tall were they?” and etc. But I didn’t mine personally, I like talking about my parents. It was quiet for a couple of hours until my kid brother spoke up. Talking about what we will see, maybe we get to our parents.
  “I don’t know maybe, I hope so” I said.
“But think about it. If we can find our parents (that I don’t know well) we can be a family again. Wouldn’t that be nice?” I like how he’s already thinking ahead about what we will do if we get to America. Later that day we stop lunch around 2’O clock, because we finally ate some food in a small town that I don’t remember the name of. “I love tacos especially when I put spicy sauce on my taco.” My kid brother said. It’s funny he didn’t know what it was called taco sauce. After we ate, we threw away our food and started walking north. After a couple of days fill a train tracks. We waited a couple of days fill a train came by so we can jump on the moving train. My brother barely made it on the train. There were other kids on the train two. Most of them look like about mine age or two, three younger than me. After a couple of hours it had turn dark and my brother had feel asleep. I saw kid staring at me for a while until he finally spoke up.
“What’s your name?” I didn’t trust him, you shouldn’t trust anybody, or tell anybody, or tell anybody what, where are you doing. So I told him a fake name.
“My name is Francisco Hernandez, and what’s your’ I said.
“My name is Mario Lopez’ he said. I couldn’t tell if he was lying to telling the truth. All the sudden the train had stopped. I thought it was for repairs. But I thought terribly wrong they were four guys up ahead the train. Most people were saying.
“It’s the people working on the train’ one said.
‘No, it’s the gang called Mara Salvatrucha.” Everybody started getting terrified if its them. I look closer and two of the guys were holding guns. While the other two were holding crow bars I heard stories about them, that they tortured, murder, and steal their people belongings. Most of the time, they took your money.
“: Hello kids!” One of the guys smirked. The guys that had guns started shooting in the air woke my brother up. He started crying, the other people were crying or terrified. What going to happen next? None of us had any weapons. I didn’t know if we’re going to survive the night. But I did know one thing, is this end of the American Dream or id this only the beginning.