A short film built from the testimonies of Central Americans forced to leave their homes, told through their own voices rather than narration. One scene anchors the whole project: a mother with no money left to feed her child, the kind of moment that pushes a family toward the road north. The film moves between several such accounts, each one different in its specifics but shaped by the same pressures of poverty, violence, and hunger that make staying home impossible. Rather than explaining migration in policy terms, it lets individual stories carry the weight, showing what desperation actually looks like at the kitchen table before it becomes a statistic at a border. Shelters and way stations appear as the connective tissue between these lives, places where strangers with the same story cross paths. It is a brief, unadorned piece of testimony filmmaking, more interested in specific faces than in argument.