Stepping out of the airport, I see my new life in Peru. Everything is different. I sigh.

"I'm going to miss California and the United States." I thought. Taxies, garbage, people, everywhere, I want to cry. I never for a moment thought that I would end up here, but under certain circunstances (like my grandfather passing away and leaving my grandmother and mental uncle alone, that don't know how to do shit on their own), I did and just for my family, because I can't bare being away from them. My family is just my dad, who's about 6 ft 8 (very tall) with short black hair, kind of military style, & a bit pudgey around his stomach. My dad's name is Franchesco Renderiz. He is 42 years old. He is the best dad in the world, I coldn't ask for a better father. Oh he's also Mexican.

And my mom, who is 5 ft 6, short straight red brownish hair (she dyes it), my mommy is overweight (i'm not going to lie). Her name is Victoria Renderiz Gemera. She is 43 years old. She is peruvian and the best mother in the world. She's also my best friend.

And now on to my sister, she is 4 ft 10in with thick black straight hair just over her shoulders and a bit pudgey too. Her name is Harp Randeriz Gemera and she is 8 years old. She is the best little sister in the world and ia also my best friend.

This is my story fo how my life changes in peru. It's about my struggle of tryin to fit in and losing weight and my experience with love, heartbreak, betrayal, and friendship. And the hardest of them all ....life.