I had fallen asleep for a few hours. But I think I was already awake when I received a text from Areli. It was the first time Areli and I had slept in separate beds since Haiti. Areli had to go potty. Everyone on the ward was sleeping--including the nurse who was fast asleep a few beds down--or wasn't allowed to get out of bed to help. So I went across the street to the hospital, just walked in past the security since I am white, and went looking for the bedpan. I finally found one and Areli's situation improved. I informed her that her mother and aunt were on their way from the Mexican border with some of my favorite Mexican tacos.

 

(5:30 A.M)

I heard the gravel rumble as the truck pulled up. Areli's mom and aunt had made it. They were a little shook up from the Guatemalan roads the unmarked speed bumps, but they made it. The pastors were exhausted but were content to have completed their mission and to have consumed some genuine Mexican tacos. We soon headed to the hospital to see Areli.

 

I was happy to see my mom and my aunt. I couldn't believe that they were with me so quickly. I liked that they were with me to love me and to cheer me up. Too bad I couldn't eat any tacos at that moment. It was very encouraging to have them both with me.