MARTINEZ SILVA
Date Build: Saturday 27th - Sunday 28th, June 2026
FAMILY INFORMATION
MOTHER: Alejandra
Age: 36 years old
Job: Construction worker
Salary weekly: $170 US
CHILDREN:
Aliset - 19 years old
Dayan -13 years old
LETTER FROM THE FAMILY:
Dear Homes of Hope team, I am a single mother from Mexico City. My life journey has not been easy, but God allowed me to go through difficult experiences so that I could truly know Him and understand that I was never alone—that He was always with me. I know that God exists, that He is good and merciful, and that He touches the hearts of many people to help others. I came to Tijuana because of work-related matters in 2022. At that time, I was living in Mexico City with my husband, but we had problems and he invited me to come for only three months. We left my children with my mother, believing that everything would go well and that I would return to Mexico City with enough money to pay the rent we owed. We made many plans, such as renting a home and bringing our children to live with us, but none of that happened. My husband began drinking heavily and spent everything he earned. A year later, we were forced to leave the camp where we had been living, and we were only able to take our clothes and backpacks with us. There, we met some construction workers for whom we had previously painted and detailed houses. They kindly gave us work cleaning their home and allowed us to stay there because they often traveled to San Diego. They gave my husband the keys to the house so he could take care of it, and shortly after, I brought my daughter to live with us. However, soon after that, my husband spoke to me and told me that he no longer wanted me there and that he was not obligated to support me, and that he was saving his money to leave for the United States. We continued living in that same house, but the way we were treated became unbearable. He would leave us locked outside, hide food from us, and do many hurtful things. It became a very desperate situation. Somehow, I managed to save enough money to send my daughter back to Mexico to live with my mother. We cried so much because we did not want to be separated, but I did not have enough money to leave with her, so she left in tears. When I returned to the house afterward, the woman told me I had one week to leave. I was still crying, with no money and no one I truly knew. She eventually put all my belongings out on the street. In desperation, I called a coworker from work who had often invited me to attend a Christian church with her. She came to pick me up and comforted me, but she also did not know what to do with me—alone, without my children, abandoned by my husband, without money or friends. That night she took me to a small shack near her home made out of wooden sticks, and I spent the night there. In that place, God showed me that I was not alone as I had believed, and that these hard times would eventually pass. Later, a kind woman rented me a small house near my work, and after many prayers I was able to bring my children back to Tijuana. My daughter began working, and together we saved money for an entire year to make the down payment on a piece of land. It took great sacrifice and effort, but we achieved it. I also met a man who is now my boyfriend, and he helped us with the down payment as well. Since then, we have continued paying for the land where we hope to someday build a small wooden room and live there together. It was during this time that I heard about your organization, so I submitted my information, and now here I am sharing my story with you. Thank you for taking the time to read my letters. I know that God never gives us more than we can bear. Ephesians 3:20