It was approximately June 2012 during the mid-summer when I was with my mom one week during vacation. I can remember my mom asking me if I wanted to go with her up to Massachusetts to meet some of my relatives and of course, I was intrigued I mean who wouldn’t be.
I wanted to meet some of the family, I had never met. I was a little nervous of course all of the questions that I could think of raced through my mind. Will they like me, will we get along, will we become more connected I wasn’t sure.
My mom took the keys off of the rack and opened the door into the sunlight I had already felt like we were there without even knowing what to look for. We began to drive and it took 3 hours and a lot of patience.
When we arrived I swallowed, opened the door the crisp summer air hit and gave me a sigh of relief in the situation. I walked in with my mom and saw a bunch of family standing across the room which was covered in an oak glaze and warm home-like smell.
they came over to me and started saying hello and hugging me I could tell 2 of them looked like mom so I figured they were my aunts and I saw my cousin Emily who I vaguely remember from when I was little. I look before my family all laughing and the burgers flipping.
Everything slows down behind me and I’m able to smile knowing This is my family and this is where I belong. The bbq was over and I gave everyone the last final hugs until it was time to say farewell for the first time. I really enjoyed meeting my long lost family I learned so much from them and how to truly be a part of a family who cared and mattered. Once family always family we stick together and that’s all we need.