A vacation trip is supposed to be exciting, joyful but overall great lasting memories but not in this case. I’ve never flown anywhere outside of California let alone beyond the US boarders. My mother, Ana, and father, Edgar, are planning a trip to Guatemala, but don’t seem too happy. I’m extremely thrill yet baffled with their state of emotion. I’ve come to learn this isn’t a getaway trip but a tragic event; my grandma’s in coma due to a major fall.
Guatemala is a beautiful country from what I researched and from the people that lived there, my family. The Mayan civilization made a big impact on Guatemala, from their culture, ruins, and “the Mayan solar calendar is astoundingly accurate, even more so than the modern calendar we use today,” amazing facts if you ask me. Flying from LAX to Guatemala City was nerve wrecking yet accelerating. Upon arriving we were greeted by my uncles and cousins whom which I’ve never met in my life just by pictures, it was nice meeting all of them in person. Uncle Romeo spoke up, “we need to get going, we have a 4 hour drive back to El Peten.”
Luckily, I brought my camera and started been a tourist, amazed with anything and takes pictures of everything. Suddenly, I began to notice the atmosphere change as we were fast approaching the house. I couldn’t help but to feel guilty for being excited over beautiful sites, that I captured while on our way to grandpa’s. Out of nowhere my grandpa, Francisco, appears with drowning eyes and murmured “Tina doesn’t have a lot of time, hurry inside.” Seeing my grandfather in his state of depression breaks my heart. As we, all gathered around grandma, Tina, uselessly and helplessly, I couldn’t help but to think “What can we do to make grandma at eased?” My mother and I reached over to lay our hands on hers, feeling her delicate thin skin, veins rising as if fighting for life, yet the warmth and softness makes me feel secure of the world around us.