Descriptive Essay About My Friend

When we lived in Chicago, we settled in with my dad’s side of the family. His older sister, Ana was married to my uncle Rigoberto or “Beto” for short. They had 4 kids, Ana Elisa, Liliana, Araceli and the youngest, Rigoberto Jr.. We would always get together and have cookouts every other weekend. My cousins, along with my brother and I, would play games and share jokes. As time went by my family had decided to move to Texas in 2004, we were leaving my aunt and her family. It was a sudden transition for both my brother and I. New school, new people, and a new environment. We missed living in Chicago, including my parents. Since we had moved in south of Austin there was nothing but open fields and agricultural roads, it took us about a year to get used to our new home. Over time we had gotten more acquainted with a few of our neighbors here. My dad was trying to convince my aunt Ana to move down here with us because of the peaceful and quiet environment; especially since it was closer to travel to Mexico. Finally, after three years of detailed things about our new place through phone calls between my family and aunt, they decided to move to here with us. At first I was happy that they

This was when my dream trip got really bad , the police officers of Cancun didn’t want to let him out since he was a resident . After a day of trying to get out my dad we were finally able to get him out . The worse thing was that we wasted a whole day arguing and trying to figure out what we were going to do instead of going shopping and enjoying our last day . The next morning was time to go back home but on our way back we decided to get on a 2 hour plane to Chihuahua , Chihuahua since my dad’s family hadn’t seen my brother and me for 5 years. WE stayed at my grandma’s house over night but tomorrow morning was when we were going to go back home with my uncle. Two hours later we reached the border and it was definitely the worst day ever , they weren't letting my dad cross over since he had gotten arrested . They were planning on taking his papers and MICA away but for the next week or so he had to stay in Mexico and try to cross over again in a week. Imagine going on a beautiful

When I was eight years old my mom and my dad separated so I didn’t get to see him for a couple of years so I found out that he when to Mexico because he got deported from the USA and then my whole family when to Mexico to visit him and get to know him a little better and get to know Mexico form my first time bring and by the way he was in Manzanillo Colima so we just stay there for 6 years. So my mom soled her car to get back to the USA but we found out that he was cheating on my mom so we when’t to my aunt’s house to stay a couple of days here and we decided that it’s time to go back home and start a new life. So then next day we went to buy the tickets and get our stuff together and it was time to go say bye to my friends and family and

When we crossed the United States border into Texas, things seemed surreal. It did not feel like this was really happening. I remember staring at the road behind us, watching everything I knew disappear. We only stopped a few times on the drive. We did not eat at any restaurants; we ate chicken tacos

Sitting in the back of the car with my younger brother and sister memories started coming back. I could hear the water from the river in mexico in my head. The voice of my cousin yelling and the laughter of my uncle. The crying of my baby cousin and the sound of cooking food. Then the funny feeling came back. I missed mexico, the air was fresh, the water was clear and the weather was nice. The shining sun reflecting off the water and the warm fresh air running across the flesh of people's bodies . The

“It will be fun,” is what my mother said to me as the whole family began to pile into a big minivan leaving my grandparents house in Mexico to go to a pizza place. It was July 9th, my 13th birthday and without really asking me. My family decided I would want pizza. So around ten of my family members packed into a minivan meant for seven. On the way there everyone was speaking Spanish all at once and I didn’t fully understand what they were saying. The restaurant was in a weird little cul de sac, but instead of houses they were clothing shops and restaurants but none of them actually sold Mexican food.

On January, 20, 2003, was the day In which I left my country and family and said hello to my new life In the United States Of America. I was 6 years old, living in Colombia, Medellin. Hours before my mother and I left, my family made a small farewell reunion. The meeting was set in my aunt's living room, which was small with orange walls and was decorated with my mother's paintings. The room was full of emotion, people crying, laughing, sharing shared memories. One by one, people stop in front of me telling me how much they will miss me and how lucky I was to get the opportunity to live in the Unites States Of America.

I meet my Grandparents and Mexico because of my mom. “Jamie we are going to Mexico and you will your Grandparents” said my mom “What!”. The time had come I had to say bye to my dad and get into the plane. “Bye dad I will miss you so much” “You will come back Jamie, I will miss you too” my dad answer. We got to Mexico City and my Grandpa was at the airport waiting for us. We got to the town I had never seen so many people all my family was there the family of my dad and mom. I didn't know what to do I was barely 5 years old. They had make tamales and don't remember what else. I just wanted to do is go back to the US. The first few weeks were horrible I hated Mexico they didn't have good pizza and hamburgers the food that my grandma did I didn't

After being in Mexico for about three days, 2 for mourning and one for the burial, we packed our things and headed home. For some peculiar reason my mom decided to take our white dodge truck on this trip but luckily for me, she did. That night my uncle decided to let me ride in the front middle seat because he wanted to sleep on our way back home so I gladly

When they took them I saw they brought all of them. When they took us back my dad was already making the plans to go back I heard him tell my mom " vieja ya para cuando te quieres ir para estados unidos". I was glad and sad glad that we were going back but sad we were leaving family behind again.When I went

I grew up going to Mexico on a regular basis. Whenever we would go, we would stay at my grandma’s house. Two aunts and two uncles also lived there. Around the time I was six, I realized that there was a new lady in the mix. One of my uncles had gotten a girlfriend, and she had a son. He was a year younger than I and very annoying. I didn’t like him much, but I didn’t hate him either. We got off to a rocky start but learned to get along. My uncle and the new lady wedded soon after, and I was the flower girl. It was fun but I don’t remember much. Little did I know that my home and my character would soon change.

It all started in Mexico City. It was 8:00am .When my family was traveling from Mexico City to the U.S.A and my mom, sister, brother and me were leaving with sad tires because we were going to miss my grandma and great grandma.

As we grow older, we meet new people and make new friendships. Out of all the people you meet there is always that one friend that you click with the most. That being said a best friend is someone you look out for and care for like sibling. As we grow older we have a perception of growing old and having your best friend by your side, but I came to the realization one morning that it is not true. I found out my childhood best friend past away from a drug overdose.

My cousin, Richard, was such an inspiration to my two brothers and me. I looked up to him for everything. He was an amazing athlete who would never give up on or off the baseball field. I never knew how fast something could be taken away until January 12. I thought the world was just simply punishing me, but then I realized that I couldn’t control what happened even if I wanted to.

It has been one year since my aunt has died.My cousin still misses his mom and my uncle couldn’t be more lonely at home.’’Hey Aleksei when can you come over?’’said Ethan.’’I told you already i’m in school again.My summer is finished,maybe I can visit you on October break?’’I said.”Fine with me.But I have to see you here okay’’he said “Okay’’I said.