Overcoming the Storm

Overcoming the Storm

El proceso de escritura en Soy Autor ha demostrado ir The allá, writing process in en Soy una Autor evoques an authentic más al convertirse experiencia auténtica de experience of self discovery. The following piece is the auto descubrimiento. La presente obra es el resultado result of the collaborative work between students and del trabajo colaborativo entre estudiantes y docentes, teachers to find the hear t of the story, through the para encontrar el corazón de su historia y reflejarla en publication of their first illustrated Memoir. su primer memoir ilustrado.

With the support of:

En colaboración con:

Embajada de los Estados Unidos El Salvador

Overcoming the Storm

On a saturday noon, I felt overwhelmed by panic and frustration.

I could see my freedom was about to end.

Police officers stopped the vehicle I was in. I got scared. I didn’t know what would happen to me.

“You have to come with us” they said.

I thought

“What am I going to do now?”

“Who do I call?”

“Who will be with me?”

“Why are they detaining me?”

A lot of thoughts went through my mind.

Every second was like an eternity. Knowing that my

mother has passed away just a couple of months before…

Who would be there with me?

I was very young and thought everything was over: my dreams, aspirations,

goals‌ everything because I didn’t make good choices, because I thought that I was the owner of the world and that no one could stop me.

I believed that I was always right.

But life is like a rollercoaster ride, we never know if we are going to be upside down.

Why we don’t listen to our folks when they give us advice?

As rebellious teens we think: My mom has already

lived and she does not want me to enjoy life. But when difficult times come we think: why didn’t I listened to mom?

And then we realize that parents are always right.

Months later I was feeling lonely.

Mommy was not there, she was my greatest support, but she went to heaven.

No friendships at the time.

My aunt and cousin were the only ones that didn’t leave me, not even for a minute. They were always there for whatever I needed.

My cellmates and I didn’t share the same thoughts. There were always insults, fights and sucker punches,

because I didn’t do as they wanted.

I felt like a sheep between a hungry wolf pack.

Hope is the last thing to die. It was a difficult situation. I hoped that in the day of my last hearing with the judge he would say:

“You’re free to go”.

Sitting behind that big desk with his angry face and deep stare, he raised his right hand with a piece of wood and hit the desk with it saying:

“ten years�

and my life passed right in front my eyes.

In that moment I felt strength as if I was getting

superpowers.

I thought that I would die after getting such a sentence, but it wasn’t like that.

I got a lot of strength.

Now I’m here in this hourglass that I know will end soon to give my life a twist.

I see my freedom nearby.

I ask God for a chance to better every day and fix all the mistakes I made and make it up to my family, my husband.

Life is just one and time passes and does not come back. Memories are the only thing left, good and bad ones, and what life teaches us.

The past is in the past and it cannot be undone

We can only try to do things better and live a life with a purpose.

My Mirna Mename llamois Betty

My family name is Sosa Varela

Mi familia es de apellido Hernández Rodríguez I’m friendly, responsible and bitter

Soy amigable, curiosaisy Cesar un poco amable My brother

Hermana de Patricia, Mirna, Dinora, Delmi, I grew up surrounded fruit and businesses becauseMelissa, my family wereJulissa merchants

in Lourdes, Colón city de adobe y amor Crecí entre la naturaleza, entre paredes I like watching TV, sleeping and embroidering En la ciudad de La Palma, Chalatenango

I feel happy and fulfill because I finished my book

Me gusta aprender, divertirme y escribir I give the world my family

Me siento contenta y nerviosa I’m afraid of failure I would to see my Le regalolove al mundo mismother ganas indeheaven luchar I’m Mirna and I’m a new author.

Me da miedo perder lo que más amo Me gustaría ver a mis papás y a mi hijo Soy Betty y soy luchadora.