Nineteen
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We park and climb out of the car. Everyone stretches. Micah whines about being carsick and drops to the ground to blow kiss the dirt. Juan and I share dry glances. We’ve both traveled longer distances in more cramped seats before so we’re not amused.
“Well,” Kylie dusts her pants and gestures to the farmland surrounded by a wide wooden gate, “this is it.”
I slip my sunshades to the top of my head and stare at the large white house overlooking rolling gardens. The smell of roasting pig fills the air and my stomach grumbles in response. Children chase each other on a green lawn while others play on a swing set. Latin music blasts from huge speakers.
Looks like a normal family reunion to me.
Kylie opens the gate for us and leads us down a dirt path to the front door. A s
