by Samuel Fuentes
There were nineteen of us in a five-room house. To survive, I drink coconut, water, and milk. Today my friend Jay survived. Democracy is present in El Salvador. This is about surviving and living a good life.
I got food by going to the breadline and eating at soup kitchens. During this time, prices of homes were plummeting. Drought occurred and my family became hobos. Our family had to live in shantytowns that didn't have electricity. Our garden flourished with plants. There were no bathrooms, tools, or clothes.
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