I don't wanna go!
Papa Marcos, my granfather in Mexico, was hospitalized last week because he wouldn't eat. He wasn't eating because he had bronchitas (WTF?). He's a diabetic so not eating is pretty much outrageous. Anyways, he's back home. Mama Lita, my grandmother, believes he's going to die... again. XD I don't know how many times she thought he was going to die. My whole Mexican family exaggerates and love hyperbole.
So my aunt Marisol called today saying Papa Marcos is back home and that he's still not eating and that my Dad should start thinking about going to Mexcio for a while. My Dad wants me and everyone to go with him, that it might be our last time seeing my grandpa (I don't know how many times I've heard that line before). So I might have to go to Mexico this week.
I don't wanna go!
I feel kinda bad that I don't wanna go but I really have never felt any connection with my Granfather and my family in Mexico. They don't accept and have never even tried to understand me. Almost all of them are bad people and only hold grudges and critisize. Ugh! This is miserable! Not to mention we're having serious financial issues right now and it's gonna be hell having to pay off the plane expenses.
This sucks.
--Michiko [InFeCtEd MuRdEr FrEaK]