You know your family is too Cuban when....

A few months ago, my parents had gone out to dinner and my brother was home with my grandfather. My brother, Robert, decided that he wanted to make dinner and did just that. Everything was fine until he went upstairs and forgot to turn off the stove. In just minutes, our kitchen was in FLAMES. I received a very angry phone call from my dad when I was hanging out with my friends. It was something along the lines of "get your ass home right now." I knew something had happened. I get home and our entire kitchen was burned down. My brother was crying, my mother was also crying and my grandpa basically had a heart attack. Very frustrated, my mother cried out, "this fucking bullshit would happen on our anniversary!" Everyone was yelling at each other in spanish. "Que mierda." "Como no sabias que no apagastes la estufa?" I felt my world coming down on me. SO much anger and sadness in one place. All around me, I felt discomfort. Plus, I couldn't get the smell of burnt wood out of my nostrils. Contractors came over the next week. Obviously my mom took this as an opportunity to unite the family and plan out an entire new kitchen. It was a fun experience planning everything out together. Our plan was to have an island in the middle of the kitchen with stools. Well, this was not going to be an ordinary island, we were shaping the island in the middle of the kitchen to look like our favorite little island: Cuba. Although we had to pay a lot of extra money for this because it's pretty awkwardly shaped, it was so worth it! It looks beautiful! We hung professional pictures taken in Cuba of different landmarks, posters of beautiful beaches and scenery in Cuba, and our island is now in the shape of Cuba. I must say it is pretty freaking awesome!