A Journey of Love: A Home of Hope

Posted on 16. Dec, 2009 by in Health and Medicine, John Smock, Uncategorized, Urban

Delgado arrived here last spring and spent most of April and May flying, driving, and walking with her husband through unknown cities like Milwaukee, Philadelphia, and New York City.

“We were afraid that the noise would be too much for our daughter, she might be just overwhelmed,” said the concerned mother, recounting those initial weeks.

The young mother said she felt overwhelmed. The new environment would be very different to the slow paced lifestyle that she lived as a child in Puerto Rico.  She also had to consider the life that would be best for her 7 -month-old son.

“We wanted a quiet life, but all we could find were places that we couldn’t afford. It was great for services, but not great for the money we had,” said Delgado.

The family’s single source of income proved to be the greatest problem. However, Delgado and her husband chose to sacrifice their way of life in order to give their daughter a chance.

After deciding to make the move, she and her husband secured her enrollment in the New Beginnings School in N.J.   They also rented a 2-bedroom apartment in the Mott Haven section of the Bronx. Sadly, it has no patch of grass and parking has become a 2 -hour battle with meters and street cleaning rules.

“It was sad to see my little niece go. It was sad to see her things in boxes, the little house was empty now, they were gone,” said Juan Delgado, M.D., her uncle.

He helped them pack snippets of their old life into small boxes that were shipped ahead of their move.  They left behind a large four bedroom home with a covered garage and a little patch of grass. In exchanged they moved into a cramped apartment in Mott Haven where they the family is quickly beginning to outgrow its surroundings.

Delgado often finds herself looking out her window to Alexander Avenue below before waking her daughter up and preparing her for school.

“It’s tough, I never thought I would be here – but I am,” said Delgado, sitting in her car for yet another of her daily 7-hour vigil.

Her hands grip the steering wheel as the clock nears 2:20 p.m. She pushes her son’s car seat back in the bracket and a loud click fills the air. She adjusts her hair and opens the door. Her daughter holding onto her teacher’s hand walks up, babbling incoherently.  Delgado smiles and picks her up and waves to the teacher.photo(2)

She starts her Honda Civic and makes the 27-mile trek back to Mott Haven, only to do it all over again tomorrow.

“I rather I suffer and give her a chance. Isn’t that what parents are supposed to do?” said the forlorn mother.

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