keyrin Ramirez

Drink, Its ok we can get more

shopping. we were supposed to go shopping that day. Living in the small villages of Coatepeque I was always thrilled to go visit my city San Salvador especially if my mom said the word shopping. Shopping for toys and soccer balls and buying strawberry milk was the plan for that day. The night before there had been an insane thunder storm but it had cleared out very well the next morning so the plans were still on. My mom dressed me in white leggings, a pale baby blue shirt and some white shoes, did my hair and got ready herself. Before leaving the house we picked up her friend and walked with her to a road where we would hitchhike and catch a ride to the city. "Hello sir" I looked up and saw my mom speaking to a man in a yellow truck. "Are you headed to the city?" she asked, "yes, but I have this big boulder in my trunk I dont think its safe '' he replied "okay" my mother replied and Stepped back. We stood there waiting for someone else to come by so we could ask for a ride. A few minutes later I saw the same Yellow truck approaching us from down the road. When he finally got to us he said, "Hop in the back I got rid of the rock I'll pick more people up as we go", "thank you" both my mom and her friend replied. My mom helped me and we were on our way to the city. On the way the driver picked up a lot of people and one little boy and his mom that I knew. The little boy and I stood up and kept calling out names and colors of things we passed. Soon the truck's trunk was full of people and we were approaching a small hill next to a river stream. Although the road was slippery and muddy the driver decided to go ahead and drive up the hill. At first it was working even with all the people in the trunk. But then I noticed the car stopped moving, and heard a rumbling noise coming from under my feet. We were stuck and the wheels buried in mud. Then the truck moved up a little and before I could blink, or take another breath, the truck flipped over with all of us. A bright beam of white light surrounded me and a minute later I woke up next to the little boy. His face covered in blood looking at me, and his skull cracked. We laid under the trunk of the car for a minute, I looked around and I could smell the panic and fear around me. I quickly Looked for a small gap to crawl through and get out. I was able to easily get out and as soon as I stepped out. "wheres my daughter" were the first words I heard. I recognized the voice, it was my mom. She sounded like she was in pain, but I followed her voice and when I got to her I saw her facedown the car pressing against her back and blood streaming out of her foot. I didn't know what to say, I just stood there. I wasn't hurt, not one scratch, I wasn't scared, I was just confused. It felt like a long silent moment with intense ringing in the background. I snapped out of it as soon as I saw a Bunch men and young teenage boys running towards the car and quickly trying to help people out of the car, trying to lift the car up for a few seconds so My mom could get out. She was the last one out But they did not give up. They didnt know us or anyone in that car but their first instinct was to help. When my mom was finally out from the car I saw some ladies coming towards us and they took us into their homes and gave us water. They were from a nearby village and they heard the accident. They took my mom and did their best to keep her bleeding under control until the ambulance came all the way from the city. They kept me hydrated and safe. "Drink we can get more," an elderly lady said to me as I finished my sip and looked up still thirsty. That day A small group of people came together to save and help those of us who had been in the accident. They had nothing, just a few jugs of water for themselves and they gave every single last drop they had to us.