Heartbroken: My Girls

Brandon and Breanna

My first time to Rocky Point was for vacation.

I was in elementary school and remember my parents loading up the car, and the excitement of going someplace others said was dangerous but had all the promise of fun. As soon as we crossed the border we saw a man carrying an AK-47. Mom freaked out. Dad told her to chill. Apparently Mexico’s police are allowed to have guns, and big guns at that!

The border city was intriguing but the small town of Rocky Point even more so. We were there for vacation in a fancy resort right on the beach, but had to pass through a town of half-built buildings,shabby-looking stores, dirty barefoot children, and makeshift garbage shacks used as homes. We drove through town, but saw no neighborhoods, and eventually managed to cross the railroad tracks, down the long empty road, and up to the resort…

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