It was a beautiful spring morning as we drove out of the driveway that day.
remembered the excitement and the energy as I packed for the trip. I was even more excited about being able to get away from school for the next couple of days. At the time, I was in fifth grade and I never had any previous experience of traveling out of state. We were heading to Chicago, the windy city to attend my uncle wedding. Many of my relatives lived there and it was our first time visiting. The anticipation of being able to meet my relatives was overwhelming and I knew that the trip would be something great to reminisce in the future.
I first discovered the news when my parents received a letter informing them of the wedding. With haste, my mother announced the big event throughout the whole family. A commotion swept my house that night. Filled with joy, I bothered my brothers with questions regarding the wedding. Yet like the usual times, they ignored me and continued to discuss about the trip without me. .
That weekend we flew out and headed east toward Chicago, an unfamiliar place which I never heard of before. I had the butterflies in my stomach and didn't know what to expect once we reached our destination. When we finally arrived at the crowded airport in Chicago, we were embraced with warm welcomes by my relatives whom I considered as strangers. It was my first time actually seeing them in person rather than in pictures that my mother had collected in our family album. During the ride back to my aunt's resident, I was introduced to my cousins. She had two children, a son of my age and a younger daughter. I was exhausted once we arrived and passed out in the living room while the rest of the family was reuniting.
It was two days till the wedding and everyone seemed extremely tense and were occupied with different tasks to complete. I was left to stay home with my cousins and brothers. Although it was my first time to acquaint with my cousins, we got along very well.