Childhood Longing: A Bi-National Family's Narrative

I was born on november 27, 1997 in guadalajara, Jalisco. One of the most prettier places on Mexico. As it has countless tourist places to visit and admire. During my childhood, I passed for a hard situation every six months, something that is not normal for some kids. This situation was that my dad every six months traveled to Madera, CA. for job. He worked for half year in this country.Therefore; I did not saw him for a long time. Every year I just waited to the time to see my dad. When he returned, that day became the best day of my life, since my dad was with me again. But when he returned to California, it became the worst and melancholy day of my life. I have a memory, when I was a child like five years old. My dad was doing his suitcase and I

I passed that night crying the hold time facing the wall in my bed. I didn’t realized when I fell asleep. But when I woke up I was wondering that was a dream. I know it was and still being a pain of all, but I felt that was more terrible for me because I didn’t saw her for last time, I didn’t said bye, I didn’t was with her in her funeral and in the only “good” thing that I could think is that strange dream was a kind of goodbye from her. Time passed and too fast in my opinion, and the school year ended. That summer time, I traveled to Mexico, I was going to have my fifteen 's party. I was happy but when I came to my grandparent’s home I felt my grandma absence. But I confronted all my sadness with effort. The party time was really close. This special day came and I felt very excited, I had fun all day and all night with the relatives, family and friends. And as I mentioned before the time pass to fast and summer vacation ended, therefore; I returned to Madera CA to continue my studies. This time, I felt nervous because there were new classes, new teachers and different