Last year I had the opportunity to travel to Guatemala, and visit my relatives for the first time. It felt like a special moment; there was tears and laughter when we all reunited. Even though we were there for a month, it felt like only a week. I had already gone used to waking up, and saying hello to my grandma. It seemed like a routine, walking to my aunt and uncle’s house to eat breakfast, and brush my teeth. After, I’d watch Mario head to school on his motorcycle, while I would help Marcos feed the chickens, ducks, horses and cows. I was always doing something, whether it was going to the farmers market or visiting distant relatives. I was getting used to the village life, and felt that I could relax easier. I remember walking down, almost
