Hi. My name is Alex and this is my story. The Big Apple was my birthplace and i lived as a new Yorker, renting in an apartment till i was 8. My parents were Caribbean( Trinidadian of course) and they missed their roots so we packed up and moved back. Me at 8 years old didn't see the problem. To me it was a vacation. But when i got there i learnt it was my new home. Instead of skyscrapers and yellow taxis, i saw palm trees and bicycles. Instead of waking up to smoke and brick walls, i rose to the sight of bright sun and birds singing. To me i never wanted it to end and well that's what i got. A never ending vacation. Seems larger than life right? Well it gets better.
Now since I'm Caribbean, I'm going to teach you a Trinidad slang at the end of every chapter. So first word is
Tabanca( Tah-Ban-ka)
What this means is that you miss something and its constantly in your head.
