Feeling frightened and lost, I never would have thought that a vacation would make me feel this way. It was the summer of 2008. I was just twelve years old when I decided I would go to Guanajuato, Mexico. I usually take vacations with my family, but this time I was put on a plane by my mom to go meet my aunt. When I was there, I stayed at her ranch. Guanajuato was a beautiful place in so many ways; unlike America, a lot of people walk instead of using cars, or use the public transportation. I was there two weeks. On the third day, we were walking around in a town that was close to my aunt’s ranch. We decided to stop by a store where they had so many clothes. My aunt then asked me, “Do you remember the way back to the bank?” I just said yes, …show more content…
I didn’t realize I had walked so far to the point that I didn’t even know my way back to the store. I was feeling scared. I wanted to cry because all I wanted was my aunt. I then reached a place with many trees, benches, and a lot of people walking or sitting down laughing, having a good time. There were people in different stands selling fruit, corn, and ice cream. I heard them scream, “Come get your fresh fruit!” or “Come get this delicious cup of corn for cheap!” But I was just so concerned about finding my aunt I couldn’t think about eating. I, unfortunately, didn’t own a cellphone to contact her, and I was too shy to talk to the people there because I didn’t even know the name of the bank. I just decided to stand there next to a stand where an old man that was selling corn; he approached me and asked, “Do you need help with something?” I started to feel a knot in my throat, and I just wanted to cry, but I did everything to hold it in and I told him, “I’m here because I’m lost, my aunt told me to meet her at the bank, but I don’t remember the way there.” He then offered me a cup of corn he had prepared with mayonnaise, cheese, lemon, and chili and told me, “Don’t worry, she will eventually pass by here; just be on the lookout.” I didn’t trust his word. He was a stranger to me. I was just thinking that she might not find me and leave, and I would just be living on the streets, and I wouldn’t see my family again. I felt so …show more content…
I got so excited, I just screamed at her. She approached me and said “Where were you why didn’t you meet me at the bank?” I then told her, “I thought I knew the way there, but when I realized didn’t know where I was. I ended up here with this nice man who helped me.” I introduced her to Pedro, my new friend. She told Pedro “Thank you for watching her for me, it was very nice of you to do that.” She then said it was time to go home, so I got up and thanked the man for being so kind and generous with me even though he didn’t know me. I reached over to give him a hug. He didn’t realize that while I was hugging him I sneaked a couple bills in a small cup where he kept the money, but I felt the need to help him even though he didn’t want it. I then left the town feeling so relieved, I didn’t feel frightened anymore because I was with my aunt and not lost in a place that was so strange for me. I also felt so happy to have met this man, and to this day when I go to Mexico every summer, I see him and he always receives me with a cup of his delicious corn and tells me, “ Are you lost again?” with a giggle. Unfortunately, in the summer of 2014 his wife passed away, so it’s just his kids and him. Pedro still doesn’t know that I keep sneaking money in the same plastic cup I did the time when I got lost in the summer of
She picked a seat in the way back, away from all the people. She silently stared out the window making a quiet list inside her head of all the things she had forgotten and all the people she remembered. Tears silently slid down her face as she remembered her aunt crying and cousins afraid of the dark in their house. She couldn’t do it anymore. It was the best for everyone she thought. Deep down though she knew how hard it would be for everyone to find out she was leaving. From her family’s tears, to the lady in the grocery store who was always so kind and remembered her name. She also knew how
The cold chill was blazing on me and my shoe gently began to pull out a tear. I thought about Candy and the other guys. Hopefully, I made the right choice. The sun came down and I ended up in a deserted river. Slowly, I began to regain where I was, and I opened my eyes in disbelief.
This short story is told in a third-person, most of it focused on the main character and at the same time in the development of the setting and the plot. The story is placed in El Paso (the fourth-largest city), located in the westernmost corner of Texas, which is also known as the “El Chuco Town” or “El Pasiente;” Right where Texas, New Mexico, and Mexico come together; therefore, becoming an important port of entry to the U.S from Mexico (“The border was less than two miles below Romero’s home, and he could see, down the dirt street which ran alongside his property, the desert and mountains of Mexico” pg. 259).
In 2009, my parents and I decided to travel to San Antonio, Texas for vacation. My parents and I have traveled there before, but we enjoyed it so much that we decided to go back. With many places to see and do; my parents thought that we should go to Six Flags Fiesta Texas. It was at this theme park, where something happened that I would never forget.
We went to the lobby of the bed and breakfast, and we ate a little the food there wasn't that good anyway. As we were driving we got into another ¨rain forest¨ and it was exactly like the other one boring and wet it rained a lot harder than its little brother. Right as I thought it would never end it finally did the 12 hours and 27-minute drive was done. For a little break, we went to the bay and laid in the water for a second because then it started to rain like it did in the forest as we were diving to are the hotel we noticed that all of the houses were on stone stilts.
The car ride lasted for what felt like an eternity, my parents continuously tried to make small talk but it never helped all I could think of was what I lost and couldn’t ever get back. We finally arrived at the gate leading to the house which looked more like an old...
“Were going to Puerto Rico!” my said mom and dad said. We were all so excited and but we didn't know what or where it was, “Puerto Rico is an island off the coast of Florida.” my mom explained to us. “The island has clear water, many beaches, and we have to take a plane to get there!”. I had never been on a plane before so I was even more happy. We talked about it some more, and looked up ‘Culebra, Puerto Rico’. We were going for 10 days and we were leaving in a month. I would miss a couple days of school and so would my sister and her friend.
I actually went to Mexico for the first time in 2007, when I was 12. The whole experience was not what I expected but it to be, because I still had a childish mentality at the time. From that perspective, I did not look at my surroundings and digest what they meant. So because of my lack of understanding, I felt compelled to go back a few years later.
When I left Mexico to come to the United States at the age of 10, I left my familia behind and continue the journey to the "American Dream." I never forgot the memories that I had cherished throughout my childhood years.
Getting ready to walk into Anna’s hospice room, my anxiety level was escalating. Saying a quick prayer, I asked God to help me find the right words to comfort Anna and her family. Upon knocking on her door, a young lady in her middle 20’s answered the door. Opening the door for me, she informed me Anna was her grandmother and she would like me just to sit with her and that she would return after work. And she left. No get to know you introduction here, very formal, matter of fact, serious kind of girl. No one was going to invade her space. Oh well, I thought, I’m here to help Anna, hopefully Julie will open up later.
My parents left me for America when I was only two years old. I lived with my grandparents on a small farm for the next 4 years. My contact with my parents were limited to telephone calls as technology still wasn’t very developed. One day, I got a call from my parents, telling me that I can finally reunite with them. I was deathly scared of going to America: I did not know what my parents looked like, did not speak any
They just looked at me with curiosity and I could tell what they were thinking. “I’m sorry,” I said as if I were talking to a baby. “I don’t have any food for you,” I spoke in a soft voice as I showed them my empty hands. Again no response, they just slowly walked away, bobbing their heads up and down as they knew I could be of no favor to them. Watching them go, I finally realized what I was doing.
Imagine strolling through the streets of Paris or Oslo with a map in your hands, your phone, and drinking in the sites and mesmerizing beauty all around you. Imagine going to Seoul, Kyoko, and maybe even Reykjavik and being able to understand the culture, rich history, and every word locals say. That is something I will like to accomplish. Traveling many places and learning many languages is something I will like to accomplish because it's been a dream ever since I was a child, the historical part of going on a trip and intrigues me and so does the languages, and knowing many can benefit you mentally and you will be able to understand natives in places you travel.
Being able to pick a day to relive of your past is maybe somewhat hard. There are many days that I would enjoy to relive. Even though you can’t go back it’s always nice to remember what you have done in the past. For instance, the day I was able to spend time with my cousin Erika from Mexico. I would like to relive the day I went to Seattle with my cousin Erika because she came all the way from Mexico, I would get to know her better and be somewhere else besides home.
Once her crying settled to soft sniffles and sodden eyelashes, she inhaled deeply to stifle the sobs that threatened to crawl up her throat again. She had another good ten minutes of walking to get to the open-air market, her destination, and now she had no money and one less shoe. Unfortunately, going home empty-handed just wasn’t an option. Maybe the merchants would take pity on a young girl covered in sweat and blood, out of breath, and with eyes red from crying, and perhaps give her something to take home.