One hot day, during summer vacation, my family thought it would be a good idea to go to Mexico to visit family. I, however, thought it was a bad idea. I was already sweating enough to fill a bathtub, and the thought of going to a country that was know to be really hot made me start to sweat even more. Back then, I liked rap and brought some CD’s and a CD player with some batteries. We decided on going in car, it took about 3 weeks. Inside the car it was rather uncomfortable in that small car. And it smelled like something the dog left behind. We kept stopping to sleep and take a shower in hotels. Sometimes we would sleep while my dad kept on driving. After all that driving, we finally made it to my grandma’s house. After we got there, my mom and grandma started hugging and crying. There was so much tears that, together, they could fill a reservoir. Then, they told my brother and I to lug the larger than life bags into grandma’s house. Me and brother then started to talk amongst our selves about the newfound cousins, then, we decided to play our gameboys. Then, out of nowhere, came maybe two or three of the little ones coming to say hello, and bam! They see the gameboys and rush at us like a pack of wild dogs. After they take the gameboys away from like they were savages. They told us their names. Then around the fourth day I knew every single one of my cousins. Every morning, I would find my brother at aunt Antonia’s house. Aunt Tonia (what we called her) was all ways nice to us “nicer than Santa” I would say. She also made the best pancakes. “It’s as if we are eating angel food.” That’s the last thing I remember until it was time to leave. Heck, when it was time to leave, everyone was crying. You could see little tears of sadness, rolling down my cheek. I just noticed that cheek is a weird word. I could feel that, I didn’t belong in America, but in Mexico, where all my family lives. Well I don’t know about you, but, this is too much for me.