My name is Yonni.
I am 12 years old; we are two brothers and I am the youngest, I come from Maniltepec Guerrero.
My father’s name is Salvador, my mother died two years ago of cancer.
Before my mom passed away, we lived together, I started going to school when I was 4 years old.
My mom would take me to school and then she would stay watching because there was a lot of danger for children. I liked going to school because every day I learned something new. I only didn’t like it when the teacher locked us in to do our homework and left us without playing time.
When my mother was not near the school, she would go to sell jelly to help the family’s economy, my parents educated me so well and I learned to listen to them.
The happiest moments for me were the ones I spent with my mom and dad together.
The last time I saw her she was very sad, seeing the mountains and she told me she was going to come back, and they took her to Mexico City. The same day she left she passed away in the afternoon.
Now I live with my grandmother and my father, but he goes to work. Some people encouraged me to make an interview to study at Villa de los Niños, I took it and I passed.
The first days were very difficult for me, I couldn’t get used to it and I lived every day with a lot of fear that my father might die, but little by little I was adapting and now I feel happy and calm.
When I grow up, I want to become a soldier to defend the people. I thank God, Father AL and the Sisters of Mary and the benefactors for all they do for me and my companions. Thank you so much.