My Family When I Came To America

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Until last summer, I didn't understand the meaning of family. My parents moved to the U.S. fifteen years ago. Because of that, all of my extended family lives in Costa Rica. I hadn't seen most of my cousins, aunts or uncles since the last time we visited them in 2009. But last summer, my parents and I took a trip down to visit everyone. The only problem was that I was so scared to go again because I didn't think I would recognize anyone besides my grandparents and the cousins closest in age to me. I was also nervous about my Spanish. I had been neglecting it for years, but now I really needed it for the first time. Before the trip, I tried to think of what I remembered from last time. The only memorable things were the somber expressions on

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