I’ve Never Understood
By Anonymous Daughter, Morazán
I’ve never understood my mother’s paranoia when she hears certain words:
Whenever she has to say them,
she whispers as if someone was spying on her.
I’ve never understood why my mother covers her ears when she hears the sound of a helicopter.
I’ve never understood why my mother carriers a cross in her purse,
in her keychain and in her necklace.
I’ve never understood why my mother doesn’t trust any men,
whether it’s a teacher, a priest, a doctor, a family member, or her own father.
I’ve never understood why she’s never returned to El Salvador even though I’ve begged her to take me.
She simply replies: No tengo nada qué hacer allá.