Dear Honduras,

I write this letter from the bottom of my heart. It's been 3 and a half years since I left and I've never felt more "Catracha" in my life.

It's funny how it took me being away from you to learn how beautiful you are, but it also made me realize how much you are suffering.

I lived with you for the first 18 years of my existence and although I always knew how unsafe your streets were I never acknowledged the bloody stains your sidewalks possessed.

When I first moved to the U.S.A I was still wrapped up in a safe "bubble", I was surrounded by Hispanics from all over Latin America. But as more time passed I slowly registered how we were all running away from someone like you.

Sorry, let me correct myself, we were all running away from those who inhabits your green landscapes and tropical weather.

See, the problem isn't you, it's those who are supposed to take care of you and govern your land. They take advantage of your purity and snatch away your people's dreams.

Your citizens desire what every other person on this round earth of ours wants, stability and peace. We possess the strength and knowledge but unfortunately, your governors have taken away our motivation.

I beg of you to not give up. I know it is up to us to bring back light into your dark alleys and I promise you I will come back and do so. But for now, take care... my generation owns enough passion and has seen all of your potential, just give us some time to rally and gain more muscle.

Yours truly,

Una Hondureña que no se ha olvidado de su tierra