It had only been a year since my last visit, yet every time I go I some how find myself marveled at my surroundings. It might no be luxury to everybody, but for me it is very special. The little things that can make things be so different in every way, captures me every time I go. The feelings of happiness and all kind of emotions took over me. I was going to see my family, friends, and all the people that I grew up with, and I knew it would be a wonderful experience.
             I exit the plane and went down the stairs, and waited for the arrival of the shuttle that took me to the terminal. While waiting in line, the excitement grew more and more every time. The anticipation of seeing my family just kept barging inside me, making it obvious how happy I was. The moment came when I would see my family; My aunts, uncles and cousins, had all been awaiting my arrival.
             As we left the airport, some of us stayed and waited for my uncle to pick us up in his Sports Utility Vehicle. In the car I got distracted by the people on the streets, how they try to survive by working hard. One particular man comes to mind. While at a stoplight a man approached us, and made hard signals as if trying to sell as a newspaper. His long beard was matted, and his hair uncombed. Trying not to be too obvious, I took a quick glance at him. His face was wrinkle and dirty, his eyes were drooping and appeared as if they had seen and felt despair. I suddenly found myself having another perspective about humanity.
             The drive to my aunt's house was coming to an end. As a stepped out of the car, the smell of fresh air and the sight of the flowers so carefully planted in my aunt's garden reminded me why I miss this place when I'm gone.
             That afternoon we went to the cemetery to visit my cousin's grave. Every time I go I feel the same endless pain, frustration of knowing that he is not with us anymore, every
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