did not compare to any other place. The loud music, with bachata massaging your ears and the beats it contains. with festive neighbors, those neighbors who interact with you and act like you’re family. Charito is around 40 years old, she lives up the street from us. She is a lady who was always filled with joy, and treated me as if she knew me for years. On the other hand, Chino, he lived down the street from my aunt whom I always stayed with at times. He was charismatic and filled with laughter, his younger kid was just like him. He was playful and sweet. Petra, Doa Petra. She always customized my hats, these hats are hats that hold your hair after you straighten it. She had a black cat who always ran around, although she was older, she was a neighbor everyone knew. How do you move on from such an environment, how was I gonna do it?
My grandma was what felt like home, home to me was not only the Dominican Republic. Home to me was also the people who were with me during that time. All my family, and all the support I have in D.R. I had an easier holiday, I was able to celebrate with my family. How was I going to live in a different country with no family, everyone around me always said family is first. How was I going to put them first if most of them were across the