story of my life

About two weeks ago, I overheard my cousin saying that he was going to go to Sacramento to attend his cousin's quince and I actually wanted to go. I've only been to Sacramento once but it was only for an AVID trip and I wanted to see what the city really looked like. I decided to ask him if I could go with him and he said, "Sure as long as your parents say yes." When I asked my mom she told me to ask my dad and my dad said "Yes, go have some fun." When the day came though, they didn't actually think that I was going to go and if I'm being honest I thought I was going to chicken out. I already had my things packed so there was no going back. Turns out I had to leave with my uncle instead because my cousin left at 1:00 and I was still at school. On our way there my little cousin and I were watching some videos and playing tic-tac-toe. Later on we stopped to eat at In-n-Out and we still had two hours to go, which was a good thing. Before midnight we got to my aunt's sister's house (where we were going to spend the night) and there were already other people there. I didn't really know everyone but I said hi to those who I did know and I was just on my phone for about 30 minutes instead of socializing. We didn't go to bed until almost 1:00 and the next day we had to wake up early and get ready since my cousin was going to do everyone's hair and then we were going to attend church. I was so tired the next morning but when I woke up my cousin's little cousin was in the room where I slept and we went to go eat breakfast. I'm not going to lie, the only reason for why I went to Sacramento was just to see those kids that I call my kids. I spent sometime with them at the quince that evening but since I was super tired and my cousin was going to leave earlier, I just left with him. I didn't want it to be Sunday because I knew it meant that we were going to go back home and I didn't want to leave. I made sure to spend most of the time I was there playing with the little kids and enjoying the time I had let with them because I knew I wasn't going to see them for a quite some time. I took plenty of pictures with them and when we were about to leave, they gave me a hug and didn't want me to leave, but before we left they all gave me a little present (drawings and a little toy), which meant the world to me. Five hours later when I got home, my parents went to my grandmas and my cousin who had gone to Sacramento was also there. When my mom got home, she was like "It was a good thing you went to see your kids because they're leaving to Mexico tomorrow." This honestly broke my heart but I was grateful that I made the decision to go and spend time with them. I hope I get to see them soon.