Personal Narrative-Hasta La Vista

Hasta la Vista

When I was younger I would constantly pester my mom about what her life was like in Mexico. From what her life was like to what animals they had on the farm; I was always curious. As I grew older I asked questions less and less, thinking I would never get a chance to see the place my mom had once called home. Neither of us ever thought she’d return after coming to America in hopes of better opportunities nearly two decades ago. Despite how I felt at the time, I am glad to have had the chance to visit Mexico. I had never been inside an airport; the closest I had been was once about 5 years ago when I had accompanied my best friend at the time in picking up her grandmother. We checked in our bags and went downstairs where we had to pass through the TSA check. My stomach was fluttering leading up to the check. Not

Luckily I was chosen for TSA Precheck and all I had to do was pass through the metal detector. After my mom and brothers passed through we went on our way to find the gate. We found it fairly quickly and looked to settle down somewhere, however the gate was packed tighter than a sardine can so we struggled to find seats near each other. There was plenty of time to kill and at this time Pokemon go was in it’s early and popular days. I whipped out my phone and spent my time seeing if there were any pokemon worth catching or if there was a low level gym I could fight. I wasn’t particularly ecstatic about the trip, but my younger brother had been bouncing off the walls. It seemed as if he droned on for years about his excitement and spent much of his time questioning my mom on what it was like over there. Time flew by while we waited to board the plane and eventually they called our boarding group. I had been