After getting the boy and little girl back to the station it was verified he had attempted this trek four times already. He spoke ruffled up English so I stuck to his native language.

They do say that if one speaks in someone's secondary language, you are reaching to their brain...but if you speak to someone in their native language you are reaching to their heart.

I sighed filling out the paperwork and sat down in a chair next to this boy who had his sister in his lap.

Neither Louisa or I cuffed him. We knew he wasn't going anywhere. He held his little sister close assuring her it was going to be alright. She was looking around biting her finger nervously.

I was scribbling with the pen on the paper of the clip board at my desk.

I loose up seeing the girl who was worried.

She looked vulnerable and likely felt unsafe. Though I spoke fluent Spanish it was my second language. And likely would not reach the full capacity of a native speaker. You tend to always miss that little extra.

I opened my drawer rummaging through the things and found what I needed.

I pulled a lollipop out 'a dum-dum', and extended two.

"Aquí", I said. (Here)

The girl hesitated but she took it in her small fingers after a bit gaining new found confidence.

"Dí gracias", said the boy. (Say thank you)

The girl looked at me timidly, "Gracias", she said quietly almost without a sound. (Thank you)

I nodded smiling. I stood.

"Un momento por favor", I said turning and headed to another transfer officer who would take over from here. (One moment please)

I spoke with her about the situation, "Hey, I've checked the bookings on this kid. He's tried to cross three times", I said. 

The officer glanced over and she blew up her cheeks filling them with air. 

"You want me to see if I can do anything?", she asked. 

I nodded, "He says he brought his sister with him this time. If he's tried three times already there is a high likely hood he'll try again", I said. 

"Besides, from Honduras....four times....you know the trek", I said. 

"Believe me I know", she sighed. 

She wagged her finger at me, "I can't make any promises but I'll see what I can do. It's up to the government when they are out of my custody", she warned. 

"We are the government", I said. 

"We are the law", said the officer. 

I nodded handing her another few pages of paper, "My recommendation", I said simply. 

"And we bend the law", she muttered under her breath, but she nodded understanding. 

"Este oficial se hará cargo de usted. Le pido que haga lo que ella dice ", I said. (This officer will take care of you. I ask that you do as she says). 

Both nodded quietly. The boy knew the drill likely by now. Get re-booked. Update his file. Highly likely send him back to whatever family he has waiting for him back in Honduras. 

Perhaps he would get lucky....