THE TRIBE
The Road to Honduras My parents had been trying to contact me for the longest. I don't know how I managed to miss several of their calls, but they finally made contact. My dad was quite hysterical when I answered the call. "Miko, where the hell have you been? Your Mother and I have been trying to call you for days. You could've sent a message." Of course, I felt my dad was exaggerating because Mother knew I made initial contact when I made it to Aruba and then again when I was on my way to Jamaica, but I guess it has been a while since then. "Ok, Dad, I apologize I'll do better to stay in touch. What's all the fuss about anyway?" "Your great Uncle Seymour passed away a week or so ago. It was unexpected, and of course, you know you're his only great-niece." What?! Uncle Seymour? Oh, no! I had just thought about him before I began my venture. He always encouraged me to be true to thyself and live my most authentic life. My hea...