I thought they were happy to see me, but when I open the door to our shack everything was neatly packed in cardboard boxes. As I look around our shack I already see Roberto taking out two boxes and walking toward my father’s “ Carcachita ”, “ Should I still tell my family about me learning the trumpet, and that I don't want to move?’’. Thinking this thought only brought tears to my eyes, as I say goodbye to our little shack. I soon decided that I don't want to tell them only because they wouldn't care,we were already about to leave. My father saw me so sad and quiet in the corner of the shack.
“ What's wrong Panchito?” He asked, I immediately turned my back to him. Before