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My Story: Student #15

Cuando salí de Guatemala era un día jueves. Me levanté por la mañana para ir a estudiar. Yo me estaba preparando para ir. Mi abuela se acercó a mí y me preguntó si quería ir a estudiar. Se me hizo raro porque ella nunca me había preguntado eso. No me gustaba estudiar y ella sabía que le iba a decir que no quería ir. Sin embargo, yo le dije que sí, porque sabía que ese día no iba hacer nada en la escuela, iba a estar con mis amigos. Yo estuve jugando con mis amigos. Cuando ya era hora de irnos a casa; me salí de la escuela y me fui.

Llegando a la casa, vi a mi abuela cocinando, la saludé, y entré. Yo mire que estaba llorando, pero yo no le di tanta importancia. Me quité el uniforme de escuela y salí a jugar. Entré de nuevo a la casa, ya eran más de las 9:00 de la noche. Yo pensé que mi abuela me iba a regañar. Ella se me acercó y me dijo “te quiero decir algo” y yo le conteste “que cosa”. Mi abuela me dijo “el sábado te vas a ir” y yo le dije que “a donde”. Ella me contestó que iba a estar con mis papas. Yo me sentí emocionado porque no conocía a mis papás, pero a la vez me sentí mal porque tenía que dejar a mi abuela y a todos mis seres queridos.

Cuando empezó mi viaje, pasamos por mi abuela parte de mamá, pero yo no me llevo bien con ella. Ya era muy tarde para arrepentirme. Yo no quería viajar con ella por el motivo de que no me llevo con ella.

When I left Guatemala it was a Thursday. I got up in the morning to go study. I was getting ready to go. My grandmother came up to me and asked if I wanted to go study. It made me feel strange because she had never asked me that. I didn't like studying and she knew I was going to tell her I didn't want to go. However, I said yes, because I knew that that day I was not going to do anything at school. I was going to be with my friends. I was playing with my friends. When it was time to go home; I dropped out of school and left.

Arriving at the house, I saw my grandmother cooking, I greeted her, and went inside. I saw that she was crying, but I did not give it so much importance. I took off my school uniform and went out to play. I entered the house again, it was already after 9:00 at night. I thought my grandmother was going to scold me. She approached me and said "I want to tell you something" and I answered "what?". My grandmother told me “on Saturday you are going to go” and I told her “where”. She told me that I was going to be with my parents. I felt emotional because I didn't know my parents, but at the same time I felt bad because I had to leave my grandmother and all my loved ones.

When my journey began, I traveled with my grandmother on my mom's side, but I don't get along with her. It was too late to regret anything, [so I went along with it.] I didn't want to travel with her because I don't get along with her.