During my first transfer we tracted into a family from El Salvador. The oldest daughter, Louisa, was 15 years old and pregnant. Not by her own choice. One day she went down to the basement to take something to her uncle (whose family lived down there), and he took advantage of her. When we met them I think she was about 8 months pregnant. I can't remember if the uncle still lived there or not (we never met him). It was one of the saddest things I've ever heard. This family was very nice, quiet and unassuming. So sad that something like that had to happen to them.
They did come to church once, but I think they felt kind of overwhelmed by all the well-meaning members, so they never came again. We did visit them from time to time, though. Louisa turned 16 so we made a cake and took it to her.
Our beautiful cake
Louisa blowing out the candles
We took the YW president with us, along with the one active young woman from the branch.
Left to Right: me, Santana (mom), Ines (little sister), Hna Chirinos, Louisa, Prisila Orduno
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