Central American Memoirs- Real Life Stories from Honduras

 I am a high school ESL teacher in Honduras. My family and I have lived here for a little over 5 years serving in the community and church as missionaries. What exactly is missions?
This country is quickly criticized and its migrants judged. Migrants need help and support, there are many ways to help in your community

I hope by reading this story your viewpoints and opinions of undeveloped countries will change.   Leaving their families behind is not something that migrant workers want to do, but unfortunately, the hope of survival bids them farewell. A migrant isn't just someone who comes illegally, but also those who come legally looking for a way to support their family.

 A few weeks back we worked on personal narratives in class.  I love personal narratives because it is a way to get to know your students.  Some students choose meaningful stories while others just write something because they have to.  I was particularly impressed by one of my student's work. Not only was it well written but the story brought tears to my eyes.  Don't forget this personal narrative is written in English which is the student's second language

Long Time No See
by Nedy Chávez 11th Grade TLCBS

Have you ever had this feeling where everything feels surreal? All your surroundings are meaningless; nothing else matters. Just that one thing. That's what happened to me, and it was one of the best moments I have ever had.

Six years. Six long years since my dear dad left to work in the United States. He left when I was just two years old. The only contact we had since then was from behind a screen. Until one cold day, people crying, complete sadness, a nice white coffin lying in a room. My grandmother remained only in our hearts, and everyone was there to honor her memory. 

Suddenly, my babysitter asked me, "Who is that man standing over there?" With curiosity, I looked carefully and saw someone unexpected. Happiness running through my body; energy, sadness. I had all these mixed feelings and sensations in me. I ran as fast as I could and hugged the mysterious man who was my father. My sisters followed me. All of us, in one big hug; crying. My mom was watching us from a distance with a big smile. We could have stayed there forever. 

"I love you, my dear daughters," he said.  We all kept hugging, everyone watching, a beautiful moment, as he gave us a warm kiss on our foreheads. Still hugging, we entered the house. He was sad because of his mother, but happy at the same time. We never separated from one another. We sat together, continuing with the sad and hurtful event. His cheeks were warm and wet as he gazed at his mom, my grandmother, laying still, lifeless and all alone.

I realized that my family is the most important thing in life. Family will always be there, no matter the circumstances. That moment will be etched into my mind every single day for the rest of my life. My dad will always be in my heart, making me a better person. It was a bittersweet moment because we lost someone dear to us, but also God brought us someone we missed so much. 



  1. I grew up in Guatemala as a missionary kid, and I have a good friend who lives in Honduras. I also wrote a book about my memoirs of living in Central America! I loved it!

    1. That is so amazing. At what age did you return to the States? Was it hard to adjust?

  2. This story touched me in a personal way. Only God knows how hard it is to be a migrant, which is why He said to treat them well.

    God bless you for sharing.

    1. I'm so glad it blessed you. Yes that is so true.

  3. What a beautifully written narrative. It's so important for us to look at the world through other people's lenses. I love all that you are doing in Honduras! What a blessing!

  4. Thank you for sharing this