Sorry

I was born on February 29, 2000 making me a leap-year baby. I was born in a hospital in Guadalajara, Mexico. My dad stayed with us until I was about 2 years old then he left to America for work. While he was there he would call to talk to us and tell my mom how much money he sent that day. Everyday I was with my aunt, grandma, grandpa, and cousins they would take care of me while my mom was working or out selling food to our neighbors. If they were a little busy I would be outside playing with a neighbor who is a year older than me. One day we were pretending to be firefighters and we accidentally burned down a whole corn field.   

My dad had been in the US for about 3 years now, I was old enough to start school in Mexico. For some reason I didn’t go to school for a couple of months. Then one day my mother had come home and started packing a backpack for my brother and herself with some clothes for all three of us. I had no idea what was going on seeing i was only 4 and about to turn 5. The next thing i remember i was at my grandmas house with my whole family their. Later that day my uncle from my dads side and he also had a bag with him. I still had no clue what was happening, i was just playing with my cousins. Before i knew it we were all driving to the airport. Then my mom tells me “vamos a ir a vivir con tu papa”, i was confused and she told me i had to say goodbye to my family.

That last thing I told my grandparents was that i will be back i am only going to to meet him then i’m coming right back. Everyday since we had left my mom would call to check up on everyone has well as tell them how we are doing. Every time i would talk to grandma she would ask me “Toni donde estas” which i would reply with” En el norte abuelita” that always made her laugh and smile.