Not really a fun and exciting summer story, but it's the one I remember the most.
In 2002, I went to Venezuela to visit the tropical islands with my dad and brother. I was 10. My mom couldn't go because she was suffering from cancer. The culture there was so different, and I loved it! The things I loved were the food, the beaches, and the weather. It wasn't too hot or too cold.
I spent 2 weeks there, and my mom wouldn't get better. So we returned quickly to see her condition, but I begged my dad to buy some collectibles for my mom before we go. I remember I picked out the first three things I saw on the kiosk. They were: a small, red, blue, and yellow sort of guitar, a hat, and a shirt. When I got home, I gave it to my mom and she was so happy. A month later, August 8, she passed away. It's definitely my most bittersweet and memorable summer.
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