Personal Narrative: The Adoption Of El Salvador

All humans no matter young or old, black or white have had some experience so profound that it changed them at the very core of who they were as a human and how they interacted with society from that point forward. My experience unlike most who live in a first world came in the forms of a backwater third world country known as el Salvador ,this small country raised my grandfather until the ripe age of 33 when he left for a better future in Canada, little did he know that his life would change when he met my grandmother and he'd end up raising children that weren't his own and creating a family all his own in the united states of America to many ,the land of opportunity. To many dropping out of normal high school and taking a semester online
In el salvador there are more stray dogs than people in certain places and its a house rule that you dont feed or pet them no matter the reason or how scrawny or near death they may be. My grandmother the one who made this rule, was the first to break it. My grandmother was born in bloomington indiana into an alcholic family both my great grandmother and grandfather were alcholics for most of their lives and so are most of of their children now, up until 2012 my grandmother was an alcholic and for most of my child hood I dont have good memories of her but while I was in el salvador the grandmothe I had always hoped for returned. When I was little and my mother left to adopt my siblings in ukraine my grandmother stayed with us for months at a time and I do not remember these times fondly my grandmother was still a drunk and extremly abusive this was 7 years ago and after this happened I didnt see my frandmother for many years almost 3 or 4. until my grandmother stopped drinking but even then it still wasnt like what I saw when my granparents retired to el salvador. For the first time in my life my grandmother was kind and caring to the best of her ability which is astonishing considering shes bi polar and legally crazy, its not a short stretch to say that for the first time I saw her as a human being and not the demented being she once was. This changed me but it wasnt nearly as much as when she had me feed a starving puppy one day, I didnt know when I fed this dog that hed eventually become “my dog “ but it felt good to try and help him. I learned the back story to this dog a few hours after he left, it turns out his former “owners” kept him tied to a tree 24/7 and didnt feed him so that he