I knew I was coming to New York, to U.S, for the first time. I was excited, I couldn't believe it was true. The new adventure of my life meant nothing in that moment, I was happy to see my mom. One month before my flight, I receive a gift, it was a hand made sweater and I quickly thought what I was going to do his use, my attire to come to New York. The sweater was not hot enough for the cold of New York but I felt the I the warm of my loved Guatemala.