It was over 13 years since I’ve been to Mexico, but I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember my mom telling me that I was going to Mexico for a couple of weeks with my aunt Elvira. We packed my clothes and other belongings in a big blue suitcase. The next day my mom dropped me, my brother, my aunt and her two kids off at the bus station. We were ready to get in the bus when my mom pulled my brother and me to talk to us. In the middle of our conversation she began to cry because we have never been apart. While in the bus, I saw people sleeping, reading, listening to music and all I can think of how exciting Mexico would be but it would be even better with my mom. We had to stop but I never knew why, my aunt said they were just going