So, before I start I want to say that this is a story from two perspectives composed of me and my friend who’s like my brother, but lets catch up first. I wasn’t born in mexico but me, my mom and my friend Kale went to Mexico when I was around 3. so lets start.
I’m not sure how I remember this but I do. So me, my mom and my friend Kale who was 10 at the time went to mexico. Kale was very close to my family and when my mom needed to go down there she offered to take Kale seeing that me and him were like siblings. When we got there we checked into a hotel. Kale told me it was a very pretty house, It was like a Hawaii house but in mexico, right next to the beach he told me.