Amidst the hissing drone of random bullets, a thick laughter bubbled up in Sergeant Paz’s throat. It spilled out, only to drown in an acidic
As printed in the Las Cruces Sun News on September 20, 2009. My family moved to Las Cruces when I was 5 or 6 years old. Things were difficult because we didn’t speak English, but my family worked hard to make ends meet. Life was good in those early days.
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