The smell of gasoline and fire in the air was something I was not familiar with in my homeland. In mid December my family and I went to Tecate, Mexico with a group called “Family Missionaries”, where I contributed charitable purposes.Helping others is what matters most to me. I arrived with my parents, along with other members, in cars full of donations from people in the U.S. and ourselves. It took about three hours arrived to the Nunnery. There was a line outside the fence, around 700 people, waiting to be gifted with toys, blankets, clothes, food, and shoes. As I was putting each item in its department, I was very excited knowing I was going to give goods to people who were needed in another country! I saw the eagerness in the children's
