Beyond_Border

Beyond Border Beyond the Border “Now, I want you both to look out your windows and take everything in, realize just how lucky you are.” Those were the words of my aunt. My cousin and I were sitting in the backseat, headphones blaring, totally ignoring everything. We were on our first, annual, all girls, trip to sunny, Rosarito Beach, Mexico. My mom was asleep in the front with my aunt, who was driving, while my sister and the rest of the girls in my family were in two other cars. We were on the freeway, just past the border. The song on my CD ended and a new one was about to begin, when my aunt spoke. I turned off my CD player and looked at my cousin. She just turned hers up and started to read a magazine. So I looked out my window by myself. Abruptly, I felt like I was drowning in a pool of desolation and sorrow. I was looking at a hillside covered with what were supposed to be houses, but in reality the could barely be called shacks. They were pieces of plastic, bits of cardboard and parts of wood and it seemed held together only aunt, about, out, looked, look, just, windows, dollars, car, window, something, sat, said, rolled, people, old, off, fair, cousin, you’re, turned, ten, realize, mom, little, it’s, hill, head, family, everything, couldn’t, around, years, way, walked