To be the mother of smugglers: 'People judge children like my sons'

María

I came to Ciudad Juárez with my dad after my parents went their separate ways. It was just the two of us and he had relatives here. My father was a merchant, you could say. He sold chicharrones laguneros (fried pork rinds) in the streets.

My dad brought me here, but he didn’t raise me. I didn't grow up with him. I lived with an aunt for a while, then I lived with another aunt, and so on. I went to school, I played, everything that happens during childhood. I started working when I was 14 years old.