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A warm summer morning in the year 1985, right after the Guatemalan civil war, Guadalupe a survior of the war lived in a small hut made of mud and straw with her two grandkids. The house was old and decrepit, because Guadalupe lived there for so long. "Time for breakfast, wake up!" called Guadalupe to her grandkids. Guadalupe has lived in the hut her whole life with her parents, her daughter, and now her grandkids. Guadalupe is an old lady at the age of 76 she is a short stubby little lady,but very kind, caring, and giving. She has gray hair, brown eyes, and has dark skin. Most of all she loves her grandkids. The kids came running out of the little room they slept in together. They sat down in anticipation to eat the wonderful meal that their grandmother always made, Desayuno. It contains, scrumpcious scrambled eggs, fresh chopped onions, and juicy red tomatos, strait from there small little garden outside. Antonio, the oldest, at age 10, has brown eyes, dark skin, and the biggest smile you could ever see. Maria, is a small little girl with the biggest brown eyes, everyone in her village had always thought she was a beauty. The family of three lived in a small hut, in a small village, with their grandmother, Guagalupe. The children loved their grandmother so much. She was a strong woman and she always defended for what she believed in, but most importantly, she would always do anything she could to protect her family. The kids dug into their meal, like they hadn't eaten in years. "Abuela, can you please tell us another one of your great stories from the old days?" begged Maria. "Yes Abuela, pleas tell us a story! We love love them so much!" pleaded Antonio. "Very well, I'll tell you a story, which one would you like to hear today? The one about the princess or the one about the farmer?" "Can we hear a new story?" questioned Maria. "Well there is one story I haven't told you yet, it's a very important story, so you have to promise you'll take it seriously." "Yes!" the kids said in unison. "Alright, it all started in the year 1982, it was a warm summer morning, hot like a tamale." joked Abuela. "A young woman named Lucia was eating breakfast with her mother. Lucia was oh so beautiful, just like you Maria. With her big brown eyes, golden brown skin, and dark brown long flowing hair, she was a sight for sore eyes. While they were enjoying brekfast, together, a bang at the door echoed thoughout the room, the gutamalan goverment barged throught the doors, the mother screamed "Run Lucia run! come with me! "Mother, what about Carlos? He' at work and he won't know what happened!" Lucia's mother pulled her, she was dragging her her through the small little hut, with mud floors, while Lucia was looking around franticly she looked out the window, hoping that her and her mother would be alright. While the soldiers were looking for them, they snuck out a little door in their little hut, quickly, their life depended on it. =RISING ACTION= While the soldiers were looking through the hut, they ran. "Where are we going Mama?" asked Lucia "We're are going to get your brother, and then leave." said Lucia's mother in a hushed tone. They walked until they reached a village, there were many many people walking and yelling at people to buy things, the merchants. They would sell clothing, pots, food, mostly anything you could think of. Lucia and her mother were looking for Carlos though, he was a farmer and normally sold his food to the merchants. "Carlos!" ,called Lucia as she spotted her brother, "We must leave now, the soldiers have found us."

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