My childhood memories

I was in preschool when I was 4 . In the middle of the year I had to go to Mexico . I left because I had to go see my grandparents . The main reason I had to go to Mexico was because of my grandmother . My grandmothers heart had started to overgrow and she needed surgery. Soon enough the day of her surgery came, and she did great .                                                                                                                                       I stayed in Mexico for about 2 months or so. While I was in Mexico , Christmas came along. During that day my aunt and I gave thanks to god for letting us have my grandparents there with us . Soon after that, we had a basket of strawberries that had the most golden flavor ever . Then the strawberries were gone and we wanted more , so my grandmother told my aunt to go get some more strawberries and to put some sack in it . Once my aunt came back  the strawberries were so mouthwatering,delightful and juicy when you take the bite out of that red, big strawberry .                                                                                                                             Soon enough  we finished the strawberries I felt full and I felt sleepy so I decided to go into my aunts room and sleep but I couldn't fall asleep because I kept on thinking about my family in Kannapolis .So I just sat there and thought the whole time.  I felt the coldness and emptiness in the morning . It looked like a room of adventure when I looked around .                                                                                                                          Once I was there for along time I  felt homesick just seeing the living room and everything outside just reminded me of my actual home . I felt that maybe I could just sit there and cry but I didn't . Instead I would go visit my cousins and sleep over there where they live . Soon enough I was there for 2 months I wished I could be there for at least another month ( even though I felt homesick I wanted to stay there).

          Then 2 weeks later it was time to get on the plane and come home . Before I was taken to the airport it broke my heart seeing my grandparents cry . My grandfathers last words before i got on the plane were " I love you and take care." My grandmothers last words were " I love you and no matter what , I am going to be here for you ." So I got on the plane , with tears in my eyes and found my seat  where I waved my last goodbye and never got to see them again .

          Now and then I talk to my grandparents through the phone and hear their voice that fulfills me with joy and warmth inside . It doesn't feel the same hearing there voice  instead of feeling there warm hugs . Soon enough i will go to Mexico and see them again . I still wonder if Mexico looks the same way as it did when I was there.