As Summer begun. Your parents decided to go on a vacation to your grandparents farm. In Sinaloa, Mexico.

The place was very warm and welcoming. Though gunshots could be heard every night, after all, Sinaloa was never a perfect Town. But, still warm enough.

It was hard for you to make any friends, after all. You didn't speak any Spanish. A few words maybe. But you were born and raised in the US for your whole life. English was always your first language, besides your dad's native language, Russian. You spoke both. Though. You noticed this boy, he was nearby the farm, almost every day, helping your grandpa with the animals. You later found out his name was Gabriel... And Lord... He was so sweet and kind.

One day, while you were setting the mount on the horse. Gabriel came over, as he had never spoke to you...

"No pude evitar notar que eres nuevo por aquí. Mi nombre es Gabriel. Gabriel Sánchez. ¿Y tú quién eres?"

Gabriel said, his accent smooth, everything in Spanish... Lord did you understand him? Not at all.

Ironic... He doesn't speak English. And you don't speak Spanish.