As far as my memory recalls, I was three maybe four years old when I thought my family was only formed by my parents, my siblings and my maternal grandparents; in my mind there was just the seven of us. Suddenly, when I was five, I found out that my mom had a brother! And I couldn't help myself from excitement. “Our family is bigger than I imagined” I remember I thought. I was a really happy child; I saw my little family as my whole universe. We went every weekend to my grandparent’s house, where we played, we cooked, we swam... my grandpa was the best grandpa ever. I loved being with him. Then when I was six almost seven, I was told that the seven of us were going to meet some new family, that we were going to travel to another state, because they didn't live where we did. So, that summer my family and I took a plane to Morelia Michoacán. I remembered my joy when I found out about my uncle, but now, I was extremely happy about this whole new FAMILY I did not know nothing about... there were aunts, uncles, cousins, uncle grand parents... so many people I was about to know. When we finally arrived, I met my future god parents, who happen to be my favorite uncle and aunt, and whose first word to me were “you are the vivid image of your mother when she was a kid”, then they took us to my grandpa’s brother house, where the whole family was waiting to meet us. I was really excited, but I also was really shy. I never thought our family could be that big, I didn't even think that any FAMILY had more members that mine had... that summer was awesome, my sister, brother and I spent the whole time with our cousins, whom by the way were all boys. My sister and I were the only girls. In spite of that little detail, we had the time of our childhood. We didn't stop to consider that the fact of finding about this FAMILY so randomly was bad news, we were just kids back then. Afterward, we were noticed that our little part of the family had being apart from the rests for almost twenty years. The reason of this? I never knew, but that didn’t matter at that point, we were together again. Sadly, the joy came to an end when the last day of the trip the whole family joint together to hear and announcement. My grandpa had gather us after twenty years because he wanted to left this world knowing that the family was united once again. He didn’t want our family of seven got left alone once he was gone. So that is what happened, we lost our grandpa two months later, but we recover a family for the rest of our lives. He died leaving this world the way he wanted it to be.