My dad used to attend a Brazilian Spiritist group, the Allan Kardec Spiritist Center, every few weeks when I was little. I would attend some of their prayer receptions and occasionally have Sunday lunch with them. Every month, the Spiritist group gathers non-perishable foods, used clothes, and furniture, and drives them down to Tijuana to give to the less fortunate. When I turned seven, my dad and I agreed that I should get more involved in the group. My dad allowed me to come with them for the December trip, which is more significant than the other monthly trips because this one was for Christmas. Before the trip, my dad told me to get all the old toys in my room that I didn’t play with anymore to donate. We got into a bit of a fight.…show more content… When we arrived, I realized how bad living conditions are for some people. The town had a dirt road and houses appeared to be in ruins. The stench of the muddy streets made my nose scrunch up. Some people living there seemed to have mental disabilities, while some others had physical disabilities. Cats and dogs were skin and bone, and the children my age looked unhealthily starved, yet they were all outside playing soccer without shoes on. During the day, we cooked for everyone in the town and had them all line up for their portion of the food. Later on in the day, I got to meet the family my dad was temporarily sponsoring. The family consisted of a pregnant mother, a three-year-old boy, and a missing father. They were very kind to my dad and I, and I got to play with the little boy, whom has still, up to this day, never told me his name. While we were playing, my dad went back to the car and took out my Big Wheels tricycle, the paint on the sides and the seat fading. I had grown too big for it, but I still wanted to keep it. I pouted as he set the tricycle down in front of the little boy, his face beaming. He hopped onto the tricycle and started wheeling around, laughing with joy. I smiled, regretting the fuss I made earlier, and went back to the house where we were cooking