Bright and early, we were on our way to the family home, (Grandma and Grandpa’s house). It was a long drive, we slept a little, and Mom (my friend’s mom) was talking about her childhood memories of walking long distances to school, and where her friends lived. Driving through just gives you a certain type of positive vibe.
A couple of hours later, we arrived at the family home and met the family. My new family is huge, 9 siblings total (I think). Other than the summer time, Christmas is the most convenient time for the entire family to be reunited. The home was beautiful. We spent time eating breakfast and chatting. It was a great environment.
Later that day, it was lunchtime. Our cousins who were already there had plans to go out with friends, so my friend and I decided to join them. We went to a wedding. We met some family members, we ate and then we left. For me, that was the coolest, you can’t just attend a wedding just to eat. It was kinda nice. We also drove by a masquerade, then chilled at a hotel (the pool area).
That evening we went back home to cook dinner. The aunties and I were in the kitchen, helping out. Then an uncle came and joined the conversation. He asked me my name (again). Then he proceeded to ask me my “English name”. I was confused. He explained that he has an English name, and then it clicked in my head that many non- Americans have English names. I think it’s a bunch of bs, names are important.
The first day with the family was incredible. I experienced so much culture in one day. I knew at that point that this trip will change my life.
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