Separated for decades, parents and children meet at last

José Antonio Rodríguez caught a bouquet of flowers in his shivering hands.

It was about half of the Month of the year since he left his family behind Mexico to look for work in California. Over the years, he had never been seen by his parents once.

They always communicated, but the books took months to cross the border, and the father had never been one of the calls. Visits were impossible: José was not inappropriately written, and his parents did not have visas to arrive in the US

Now, after years of divorce, they would again return again Return to Restrict Restricted Retry Return to Return to Regular Airback Return to Regular Airback Returns again. José’s stomach was on the storm.

He was still a 20th man as he left home, skinned and filled with ambition. Now he was 44, around the middle, his hair diminished in the temples.

Did his parents know him? Would he? What would they think of his life?

José spent the churches preparing this moment, cleaning his trailer in the Inland kingdom from the top to bottom and removing weeds in his yard. He bought new pillows to set up on his bed, which he would give to his parents, picked a bed.

Eventually, time had almost found here.

The authorities in Mexico’s Zacatecas Many others have been rejected their requests, but their theirs are approved.

They packed their suits in the waist with local sweets and traveled 24 hours by bus and other parents for our immigrants. Any moment now, they will pull at East Los Angeles Angless Hall Hall and wait with other immigrants who had never seen their families decades.

José, who was wearing a gray shirt of polo and a new jeans, and he thought all the time ago. Lonely night in Christmas time, when they wish the taste of his mother’s cooking. They always used his father’s advice.

His plan was to live in the US over a few years, save some money and return home to start his life.

But life doesn’t wait. Before he knew, decades ago, José built a community and a questionable work in California.

He has sent tens of thousands of dollars to Mexico: Supporting the development of his parents, buying family store machine equipment. He has sent his contracting brother to build a two-room house when José trusts on the retirement.

His mother, who likes to speak on the phone, kept him aware of everything that was done in the city. The construction of a new bridge. Weddings, birth, death and division. Creep violence as drug cartels bring their battles to Sacatecas.

And then one day, a nearby disaster. José’s father José José José José José José José Jovial, the Powerful, Powerful Designer, went to the hospital in the heart of the doctors who failed. He raised six months into the death pit.

But he lived. And when he went out, he announced that he wanted to see his Leansed Son.

The full part of the people born in ZacateCas live in the US MIGRATION, the state has an agency given a job that attends the needs of the Zicatecanos. It has always helped the elderly Mexicans to find visas to visit the family in the northern border.

The state tried to find about 25 people visas this year. However, the United States, now led by the President who has laid up foreigners, allowed only six.

José had a childhood friend, Harbor Zapata, who released to the US and had never seen his father in 30 years. Horcio father and applied for visa, but did not make a cut.

An hour was crestfallen. A few years later, her mother died in Mexico. He had spent his life working helping to get away from poverty, and never had the opportunity to say. He often thought of what he would give you a single kiss. Everything. He would give everything.

He and his wife had come with José moral support. He put his arm in his friend, and his voice shook with the senses.

East La was often full, full of cheap fruit, flowers and tacos. But in this hot afternoon, as the car is drawn out of the event hall to put José’s parents and other older travelers, roads were silent.

Since the Federal Designed in California, they caught farmers, day workers and bath workers in Masse, citizens in warm packaging such as they live in.

The thought collapsed by José’s concept: What if they make migrants attack the recombination event? But there was no way he remembered him.

Suddenly, the Director of the Federation of Zacatecas Hometown Ass. In southern California, which hosted the reunion, asked to José to get up. Gradually, her parents came in.

Just see each other. His first thought: How small are they both.

José gathered his mother in the parable. He gave him flowers. Then he put his Father strongly.

This is a miracle, and his father whispered. Then he asked the girl for this.

His father, his heart perseverance, was tired of a long journey. They all took chairs. The father put his head down at the table crazy. José looked on the ground, and snapped, pulling his shirt to wipe out tears.

The Mariahachian artist makes a few songs, very. Food plates appear. José and his parents choose you, especially for peace.

At the next table, José Manuel Arellano Cardna, 70, spoke about his middle-aged son as Mutachito – little boy.

In the coming days, José and his parents will rest in another company, to buy, go to church. Evening, they would stay forward midnight to speak.

Finally, parents will return to CoteCas because of the limit for their visas.

But now, they were together, and they were waiting to see José’s home. He took them with the arms when he directed them to California.