Family

     My family is totally crazy. They love to party and we do it every time we can. My grandma says we party just because a cockroach appears. And its true, we party for any reason. I consider my family very united, even when there is a bad situation or things for some reason get difficult. Part of my weekend is with my family. Saturdays we go with my grandma in my dad's side to have breakfast, I call her "abuela". We commonly eat menudo, molletes or barbacoa. I love eating any of them, but I think my favorite is barbacoa.

     Next day, Sunday, all my family goes to my house. We love party so much that my dad even bought a rockola, and it actually suits a lot in the bar. Every Sunday we eat carne asada, it would not matter to us if the world ends, we would be eating carne asada. My family just love meat. In this family reunion we not just only eat meat, music is played all the time and is heard all over the place. Then, they start singing and this is when you should realize the party would continue all night. Think this is prolly the conflict, because next day we have school and we need to rest and do homework, but they just don't care and actually me neither. I have a great time with them, they make me laugh with all the crazy stuff they do or tell each other. This is definitely the day of my weekends that I like the most.