Rediscovering Roots: A Journey to Mexico

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My little sister cried as she said goodbye to my parents before liftoff, this would be our first time traveling to our “homeland”, Mexico. We would meet the strangers we called family and embrace the culture. I strained my neck to find a familiar face, cupping my hands to form a telescope I spotted my Grandmother. Dragging my heavy bag I side hugged her and awkwardly shook my relatives’ hands.
Our third week there things started to change, the excitement was gone and replaced with indifference. The smell of home cooked meals was gone and replaced with ordered pizza that I’m positive gave me food poisoning. No longer were we allowed outside, shopping at the Mercado stopped even though I knew my parents were sending more than enough money.

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