Earthquakes on average kill about 10,000 people per year, not including injuries and damages caused. Many lives have been ruined by natural disasters and more have yet to come because of the constant shifting of tectonic plates. Beatriz Mendez’s father, Adolfo Mendez, has been one of the unfortunate survivors of an earthquake and had suffered from several great losses. He did not like to bring up such a traumatizing event due to grief, but the past can never be forgotten no matter what. Cool air filled the parent’s bedroom one night in the summer of 2012 which brought relief to 12 year-old Beatriz Mendez. She sat with her brother and father at the edge of the bed while the smell of buttery popcorn danced around their noses. The television drowned her mother’s conversation on the phone until a certain channel made her father’s
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What does he mean? She thought to herself until she gathered the courage to inquire,
“Have you been in a similar situation?”
Her father took a deep breath he did not know he was holding and exhaled slowly. The dim lights of the room gave him an ominous look which had Beatriz almost shiver at the sight of her father since he’s usually so easy-going and he began his tale. Mexico City was home to Adolfo Mendez when he was a young boy of 11 or 12 years old during the 1970s. Life was as normal as it could get with the burning sun that shined above all, and the occasional cool breeze that grazed the faces of the citizens. Adolfo had just entered the schoolyard and was running across the damp grass to catch up with his friends. Although, it was something about that day, that morning in particular that made Adolfo nervous to be at school. He did not know what of why but he left for school anyway with a feeling of sick dread in his stomach. As his steps started to slow down, there was a sudden tremor that began to grow larger and
What does he mean? She thought to herself until she gathered the courage to inquire,
“Have you been in a similar situation?”
Her father took a deep breath he did not know he was holding and exhaled slowly. The dim lights of the room gave him an ominous look which had Beatriz almost shiver at the sight of her father since he’s usually so easy-going and he began his tale. Mexico City was home to Adolfo Mendez when he was a young boy of 11 or 12 years old during the 1970s. Life was as normal as it could get with the burning sun that shined above all, and the occasional cool breeze that grazed the faces of the citizens. Adolfo had just entered the schoolyard and was running across the damp grass to catch up with his friends. Although, it was something about that day, that morning in particular that made Adolfo nervous to be at school. He did not know what of why but he left for school anyway with a feeling of sick dread in his stomach. As his steps started to slow down, there was a sudden tremor that began to grow larger and