Story by Debralee Santos
From the beginning, he was precious cargo.
Christopher Duran arrived in the United States before he was of age – any age.
Even when he arrived, traveling over thousands of miles aloft in the air, and holding fast to his mother, he was, in fact, not yet here.
His mother Rosanna Grullón arrived with Christopher’s father, named Christian Duran Sr., and his older brother Christian.
Christopher was still tucked deep in his mother’s womb, only four months into gestation.
He weighed about 5 ounces, and could move and kick.
He could hear his mother’s voice.
They had come from El Barrio Cala in Moca, in the Dominican Republic’s Cibao region.
Known at the country’s “Villa Heroica” (Village of Heroes), it is the home of many fierce men and women who fought and brought down the island-nation’s dictators.
It is where platanos and yuca, heaping mounds of the earth’s hard fruit, are harvested by hand.
And to where Christopher returned many summers to visit with a large family that included his grandmother Fidelia, who would feed her young grandson steamed guineos verdes (green bananas) in the backyard. La Nena, as she is known to her family, would leave him to eat while tackling another of the day’s chores.
Read more: The Lost Boy | Bronx Free Press