Merry Christmas from El Jordán
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- Published: Saturday, 24 December 2016 15:30
- Written by Corina Clements Soria
Merry Christmas everyone!
Last week, sitting on the curb, my heart was heavy… Rosario is only 13.… already covered in scars… some open and oozing… some self-inflicted… others, reminders of the harshness of life… Countless scars on the outside… outnumbered only by the unseen ones, on the inside. My mind flew back to the first time I saw someone cutting themselves… his tears mixed with the blood that dripped on the sidewalk… “They look my dog away…” He was older, a street person… and someone had taken away his dog, his companion… his family…
That was 20 years ago… I could almost feel his pain, in the blood, steadily drip, drip, dripping… each drop of life - a silent cry of anguish, agony…. As I looked at Rosario´s “marks”… I know there is a story for every cut… Her glue bottle came out… the glue numbs the pain… but doesn´t take it away…
“Take her to a kids´ home, Hermana Corina.” I took a closer look… surprised to find out she was a girl… Her “boy look” apparently started 3 years ago, her “protection” when she found herself living with a group of older street kids when her mom was in jail the first time…