Personal Narrative: A Day In El Salvador

90 degrees and 90 percent humidity, clothes stick to you. Sweat marks are visible on a new hat within 15 minutes of wearing it outside. This is El Salvador in July. Yet there I was sitting shivering. It started on a normal day on my mission’s trip. Waking up at sun rise. Going to the fresh morning air, getting the best cup of coffee I have ever had. All I put in the coffee was some milk. I read the Bible and fill out my daily devotions and as I do that I watch the most beautiful sunrise with pinks and yellows and purples with white clouds. The sun is climbing out of the jungle in the far distance with a tall new building off to the right. Once the sun is out and pounding on me. I meet the team for breakfast. Eating greasy bacon and more coffee.
But then my girlfriend and I were sitting with our feet in the pool ankle deep. We were talking about our parent’s divorce. At the time it was just over a year that my parents got divorced so it was fresh like a cut. Hard to even think about, yet there I was talking about it. It started to rain lightly. So we moved to the steps outside the restaurant where we wouldn’t get hit by the rain. The restaurant was still open so I got the best coffee I have ever had. Slowly drinking it as if it was my
“You know what I mean?” My girlfriend slowly shook her head yes. “Mine was September 25th 2013. It was a great day I had student council after that I had biology where we were doing an experiment to see what colors and pens termites would follow. I had biology right before lunch. Mr. Faulkner got a call saying I was going too get checked out. I thought that I was going out to lunch. My dad was there. It was unusual but I still was excited because I was leaving. The drive was silent and awkward. You could brush the awkwardness from your face. I remember thinking someone died. We picked up my sister then went home.” I remember hearing the words “your mom and I are getting a divorce” my father said. It hit me like a gun shot. My girlfriend was nodding along the whole time. This was the first time I truly talked about it with anyone. My coffee was gone and the rain was steadier. There I was shivering in the hottest place I have been. The humidity did not help it not only was it freezing but your clothes grew cold as they stuck to you. You could hide from the rain but it made the humidity cold and there was no place to hide from the humidity. I was shivering as my girlfriend shared her story. It was eye opening to me. Even though I knew I was not the only one whose parents are divorced but listening to another divorce story a reality. It was like it the world was lifted off my shoulders.
After I long silence