Closing my eyes, I feel the pleasant wind hitting my face, slightly moving my hair, something that felt very pleasant. The weather in California is warm, it reminded me of Texas in a way, of the summertime when I was still in the orphanage, and unbeknownst to me, my life was easier.
Just as we had planned, a week before Christmas, my parents started their vacation and we traveled to California, to the place where my parents met and lived when they were younger. On this trip we were staying at the house of my maternal grandparents, Mrs. Kramer's parents, who have a nice and big house, where not only we were staying, but also my mother's two older brothers and my cousins. At first, I was a little nervous to meet these people, because I've never had a family reunion before, actually, I've ne
