Do you ever remember that one busy week in your life? The one that unravels you like a cheap sweater that only lasted five days? It was a mellow Monday morning, around August.
I woke up thinking about what to do that day, there was nothing to do. I layed in bed despondently, exactly like a very sick patient. There was nothing to do, nothing I haven’t done already for the billionth time. This town was one huge traffic jam, the one song you hear a trillion times on the radio.
A noise came, a familiar noise, oh no, there came the raging beast herself. Stepping out of the cave and breaking into the kingdom, she roared, “HONEY GET DRESSED WE'RE HEADED TO ATLANTIC CITY!” A smirk suddenly appeared on my face, something is happening to do at least.
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I was ready, time has got nothing on me, I marched towards the van and sat there like an excited dog. We didn’t leave until for about another twenty minutes.
As time ticked, we arrived at an urban neighborhood. A bunch of decaying houses however the people there dress as if they were rich, and have a high taste in fashion. In the neighborhood I saw my mom walking with a girl, it a relative. Never seen her before, apparently she is my niece, she came here from a trip all the way from Mexico, with no actual guardian with her, and cannot speak english.
Relating to her became impossible, I tried to talk to her at times but it just ended awkwardly, sometimes I avoid talking to her. A thought hit me, if she leaves, then I have no idea when she ever come back. There was always this one person in my family that comes to visit and when they do I never see them again in a billion years or sometimes never. I realized this is my only chance to talk to her, and I only have this