Juan was born in a small country far… far… faraway called Belize.
It is close to the South Pole. He never knew what happened to his dad. He grew up with his mom Maria in the countryside, where everyone is friendly, kind, caring, and generous.
One Christmas, His mom gives him a special gift. She wraps it in shiny sparkling paper and puts it under the Christmas tree. Unlike other gifts that he got before, this one looks bigger than usual. What could this gift possibly be?
About the Author
I was inspired to write this story after watching the news about children being separated from their parents by our new Immigration policy. This unfortunate news also touches my own nerves. Thirty years ago I sought asylum as a victim of the Viet Nam War after sneaking out of the Communist-controlled country by boat. I had to face lots of danger including prison, hunger, thirst, ocean, sharks, pirates, cannibalism, and so on. Fortunately, I was rescued and brought to a refugee camp in Singapore. However, I was a minor – only fifteen years old – and without any adult with me. I was kept in an orphanage place at the camp. I still remember clearly how I felt when I was led to that place.
I know exactly how the children who were caught in our recent Immigration mayhem feel and can relate to them and their families. I was one of them, but was blessed to be united with my father and allowed to come to America. I pray that this story brings peace, comfort, and hope to our children no matter what situation they might be in.