When we live in Chicago it was my mom Blanca my dad Hector and my brother Aaron, me, and my dads older sister, Ana. She was married to my uncle Beto and had 4 kids, the oldest is Lisa, then its Liliana, Araceli and the youngest is Rigo. We would always celebrate everything together. Have cook out every other weekend. All of my cousins and I would go out and play. Then when we had to move from Chicago to Texas in 2009 it was just my family and I. It was hard for both my brother and I . New school, new people, new home. We missed the city a lot and mostly our family. It was just us here, we felt lonely. Took us bout a year to settled in our new home, school and got along with some neighbors here. My dad was my aunt to move here because its peaceful
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Back to the old days we thought. We did what we would always do in Chicago, hang out, have cook outs every other weekend and celebrate everything together. But we were all a bit older by then, knew more stuff and understood old saying our aunts and uncles would joke about. But it was mainly my uncle Beto who would always try to make me mad. I would sometimes go along with it cause i knew he was just one of my rude-goofy and playful uncles. He would also tell me what to do and what not to do i thought to my self he isn’t my dad to tell me what to do. Until I just had enough of it, all of his playful jokes and being bossy I would take them personal and get mad. So I started to make rude comments about him, making fun of him, even told him to leave the house and not to come ever again here. After we didn’t talk for some time because I was mad, he change with with me, he was nicer calling me " bebe " in Spanish, meaning " baby " in English. Every now and then he would joke again but it was rare when he did, and of course I would respond by saying something rude back. We didn’t have that relationship we had when we lived in
Back to the old days we thought. We did what we would always do in Chicago, hang out, have cook outs every other weekend and celebrate everything together. But we were all a bit older by then, knew more stuff and understood old saying our aunts and uncles would joke about. But it was mainly my uncle Beto who would always try to make me mad. I would sometimes go along with it cause i knew he was just one of my rude-goofy and playful uncles. He would also tell me what to do and what not to do i thought to my self he isn’t my dad to tell me what to do. Until I just had enough of it, all of his playful jokes and being bossy I would take them personal and get mad. So I started to make rude comments about him, making fun of him, even told him to leave the house and not to come ever again here. After we didn’t talk for some time because I was mad, he change with with me, he was nicer calling me " bebe " in Spanish, meaning " baby " in English. Every now and then he would joke again but it was rare when he did, and of course I would respond by saying something rude back. We didn’t have that relationship we had when we lived in