Six months have gone by and I was doing very well. I had found Sara, my schoolmate, and the girl I traveled with. She was thrilled to see me, and she had offered me a job on a Taco Truck. I had found an apartment, and I was living comfortably. I had learned English thanks to a few friends I have met, and I could now hold a whole conversation with people.
One thing I couldn't stop thinking about. Or more like one person, Jayden. I was wondering how he was doing or if he had recovered very well from his accident. I felt guilty to leave while he was asleep, but it was for the best. At least I was able to say goodbye to him.
"Two carnita tacos" I called an order and the customer eagerly took it. They were one of the best tacos you could have, that's why people were always in lin
