Zion Pestana
Zion was anxiously waiting for a text message either from her brother, acknowledging that he’d received their message or from their parents, letting them know that they’d safely arrived at their tia’s house. They saw Luciano sit down out of the corner of their eye and turned their head to look at him, lightly wiping their eyes to make sure they were dry.
“No, I’m not okay. He called immigration on my parents. I had to call them and tell them to leave before the officers show up at our house.” They answered him, taking deep breaths to stop themselves from crying again. Saying it out loud to another person made the situation more real to them. “Tengo miedo. Sólo puedo pensar en lo que le pasará a Christian si los atrapan. Tengo dieciocho años, así que no pueden hacerme nada, pero él solo tiene quince. Y si se lo llevan y nunca lo vuelvo a ver?” They rambled in Spanish, their brain was too panicked to think of the correct words in English.
“Sorry. You probably didn’t need to hear all of that.” They apologized once they’d calmed themself down a little. Even though he had asked them, they felt like they’d told him more than they should have.
@unsungcheerio - Luciano
Translations
Tengo miedo. - I’m scared.
Sólo puedo pensar en lo que le pasará a Christian si los atrapan. - All I can think about is what will happen to Christian if they get caught.
Tengo dieciocho años, así que no pueden hacerme nada, pero él solo tiene quince. - I’m eighteen, so they can’t do anything to me, but he’s only fifteen.
Y si se lo llevan y nunca lo vuelvo a ver? - What if they take him away and I never see him again.