Mothers Are Supposed to Make Good Choices

T-118

I think I chose wisely. I am not even out of here yet and I've already traveled to other countries. Well, one country. But I did go there on an airplane ( sophistication points:1). The name of the country I went to is El Salvador (sophistication points: -2) and apparently it's where my mom is from. I obviously don't know what it looks like but it seemed like a really fun place. I mean, all we did down there was go to parties (yup, I had champy and beer), socialize , eat and catch the sun. That part was maybe not so much fun for me. She basically hard boiled me in a pool all day. Come think of it, maybe she wasn't such a great choice, considering she's given me alcohol and sun overexposure already.

Anyway, loon or not, my mother has many friends down there so I guess she can't be that bad. I heard a million different voices, most of which sounded nice. There is one that terrifies me, though. It belongs to my cousin, the one they call Santiago. He is a MAD MAN.We went to a pajama party at his house and (again with questionable judgement) my mother participated in a pillow fight. Santiago got me good a couple of times, while my aunt screamed at him. "Be careful! Finn is in there!" At least SOMEONE is looking out for me. I continued to flinch, and it is my belief that thanks to that brat I now suffer from PTSD.