Mama’s prayers move mountains as her supplications become manifestations granted by the aboves , God y La Virgencita Maria illuminate the path for so many immigrants through their journey to reach the land of opportunities my mama's pleads and so many other generations of brown freckles wrinkled hands have clasped under a cold night to pray. To just pray and hope that everything will be alright…

Dedicated to my mother y todas las Madrecitas who continues to work and fight for their children to see better days.