Ten-year old child
When I was 5 or 6 years old, I remember the harsh life in El Salvador. My mother would wake my brother and I up at approximately 3am or 4am to get ready for the day. We would walk to the river, clean up (shower) in the fresh cold river water. It must have been cold, I am 45-years old and I remember to this day. If I could tell Little Sonia, as she gasps for air, when the cold water runs through the body, that God has a bigger plan for her. To hang-on…and be brave to withstand what lies in front of us. What would you tell your little self? When you were ten years of age?