They both crossed the border, separate lives, no knowledge of each others existence, seeking better lives, jobs, a source of income, escaping poverty stricken families. They both came here illegally, and stayed illegally until finally getting citizenship to a country foreign to them. He did it others feared but resorted to out of desperation, hiring a coyote to get him across, but with a twist, a way not many knew of or thought to consider, through the sewage pipes. All he remembers is crawling in the dark for hours then finally seeing a light, brightening his path out. She would choose the safer path across. She got a visitors visa and stayed even after it expired.
They would meet more than five years after living here, introduced by a mutual friend. They, as many couples did, fell in love, unlike other couples a mistake, a grand mistake occurred. She got pregnant with her first child. Unplanned, unexpected. A quick marriage happened and their lives officially together would begin.
Three years and less than two months later after their first son, Jesus, is born their first and only daughter would arrive. September 27, 1994, midday. Another accident, but not their last. The Creation of Me.
