Mr.king (Still not done)

2: Moving

Its the beginning of summer. "Perfect for moving" says my mom. "Gives us time to look for a new school." She adds. Our new neighborhood in Vermont is all-white. Not a single Spanish speaking soul. That can be a problem since my mom doesn't know English. In Chicago she tried to learn but wasted 80 bucks in the process. All she probably knows is "Hi my name is Juana" and "Do you need help?"

My Uncle knows English and a lot more. He hopes to get his own deli shop, maybe even a restaurant. That's a good example of the "American dream" why millions of people came and come to this country.

"Its a REALLY long road trip 15 hours" my uncle says. I frown like any other reasonable kid. We stop by for a sub my mom sits down and asks "Are you exited for our new house?" I say sure. She says "look you don't look good" later she adds "Don't worry we'll survive. It's all gonna be fine". Not feeling much better I give her a peachy smile and say "I'm fine don't worry"

To be honest with you I have no feeling about me moving. I'm just really bored out of my mind. I hope you can understand how I'm in a truck for 15 hours and I don't have anything to do. But I know what to do when I'm bored. My mom bought me a big book of Mad Libs but that's not my plan. My uncle is a really good storyteller. So I ask him to tell story's about his adventures as a kid. He makes us laugh.

On our way We stop for dinner at a diner by this time we were in Michigan and still have to pass through Canada.
I see a family with two kids and a dad and his wife. White and complete of course. I stare and wonder "How would life be with my dad still here?" Unlike many modern couples my mom and dad were happy together and almost never argued. My wondering stops after my mom says "stop staring that's rude"

We get back to the moving truck and my uncle goes back to his story telling. I try to do the mad libs, and my mom goes back to using her phone.

One big thing me, my uncle and dad have in common is our love for classic rock. When my dad was here he found out that my uncle listed to the same Spanish rock band "los heroes del silencio" in English that's "The heros of silence". Because of that they bonded more. And to learn English faster the started to listen to floyd the stones and led zepplin and at least 50 more bands.
When I was born he tought me to like that music and I became hooked.

At least I have something I can say about him.