I lived with my grandparents during the weekdays because it was so close to my school, then by Friday my mom would pick me and my sister up after school. I will always remember waking up every morning to the smell of bacon. I would get dressed in a rush like my favorite superhero 'the flash" speeding to the dining room. I could already see my friends had arrived and were eating all the bacon. My grandmother liked to feed everyone I know She's a good woman.  She cares very much about everyone, never afraid of anyone. I feel like she would stare at a terrorist dead in the eye and tell him "why are you so mad?" relax have some bacon".

My grandfather on the other hand was a lot more strict. He was a very clean person, and classy. He would wear a suit to eat breakfast and go absolutely nowhere. He was a gentleman. You could even say he was a ladies man. He was a pretty good looking guy back in his days, There are photos all over the house of him and his Colgate smile. He knew he was good looking. He knew he was the man and i looked up to him. Then after we all finished eating, I would kiss my grandmother on the cheek goodbye. She might then try to give me a prayer that would be so long that school might be over by the time she's done, so i try to leave as soon as possible. My friend would kiss her goodbye also like it was his own grandmother. I would give anything to have another morning like that.

    


 

My first day in school , I believe it was in fifth grade. I was very nervous, instead of butterflies in my stomach ,it felt more like i had bees. My stomach was killing me. How was i going to communicate, how will i understand my teacher. I got to class and i sat down. The teacher pointed me out and said "get up and introduce yourself luis". All eyes were on me, this was so embarrassing. There was this girl who caught my attention. She was blonde, and blued eyed. She was so beautiful, which made me even more nervous. I just stood there like a deer in the headlights. All of a sudden the teacher says "sit down'. My guess is he realized I did not speak english. I can tell people were laughing at me, whispering things about me like i was completely deaf. This was something i wasnt used to. Back home i was the man, I was popular. I was respected. I dont like this at all.

 

me and my sister

When I arrived at the airport I remember asking "did we make the right choice? One hour ago it was hot and now its freezing cold. Arriving to JFK in shorts in the middle of october was probably not a good idea People looked at me like i did not belong. I realized here in the U.S you get judged a lot.( For example) they judge you over your shoes, haircut , the way u speak, the way you walk, it's ridicoulous.We started following the signs leading us to where our luggage was at. When we got there i see a man spreading his arms wide open smiling at me like if i knew him for a very long time. My mother walks torwards the man and hugs him, This is your uncle Amaury my mother says. I started to realize they both did look alike ,it was her brother.

 

Did i make the right choice