“A road trip to remember”
Back when I was a little girl, I remember the first time I went on a road trip with my family when I was six years old. The summer of 1993, the second weekend of July, our family started a journey. It was a Friday, thirty minutes past four o'clock in the afternoon when my dad, invited us all, my mom, my baby brother and me to go on a three-day vacation to my dad’s hometown. A place that my dad always told me was one of the warmest places on earth full of color and lovely people. It was the best experience I’ve ever had. We packed our bags in a very tight way so everything could fit in the small red stroller we had. I helped my mom to put my baby’s brother tiny clothes in a backpack and we hopped on the silver ford from the year 1954 my dad used to have. We hit the road and drove away. I recall the beautiful, hot day in the Cuban topical weather with warn temperatures around eighty Celsius degree. I was wearing a knitted pink dress my mom made me for a special occasion. It was a short silk dress which felt smooth and soft with a sweetheart neck line. At the waist it was tighten with a red strip accentuating my thin waist. It was lose at the bottom, down to the knees, with tulle hem that made it look bigger and all spread up. Just the way I liked it. It also had little white dots all over giving it a beautiful and girly appearance. I was the envy of all the girls in the world. That dress was the best gift my mom ever gave me because, apart that it was the very first dress that I wore as a child, it made me look as pretty as I could on my adventure to visit my dad's hometown for the first time. I was so nervous but at the same time excited because my father always described it as a wonderful place. my grandmother was a very lovely and funny lady as my dad always told me. As we drove, I was sitting in the back of the card looking at some pictures of my grandmother while my parents were in the front. My dad was driving in his...
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