Alicia Yoon

My Hero

After many days of staring and running my hand on the slim surface of my German and French poodle folder, my parents' friend calls my dad...It was a hot, ordinary day in Yucatán, Mexico. Driving on a bumpy road through villages and forests with my parents' friends. The sound of chatting in the car, the songs of birds in the air, and the humid breeze hitting our faces through the open window. Then, the chatting in the car slowly fades away as the driver declares that we have reached our destination. Car doors slide automatically on both sides. We hop off the transportation and walk towards a straw hut. We hear a movie playing in the room, the front door squeaks open. As the old Mexican lady shows us the way to the back room, my little sister and I squeal in excitement. In the midst of the silence, we hear barking noises growing louder and louder as the woman comes with a box. Inside the box, there were three German and French poodle mix puppies. The ones that look exactly like the poodles in my folder! The puppies were two males and one female. Our friends and us, hold the three options, discussing which one we should keep. To make the long story short, my mom chose one of the males. Full of regret, not getting the female, we drove home. As the clumsy puppy sniffs my house, we begin to discuss what his name should be.