Like most families I know in the Valley, mine is ridiculously huge. My mom has 9 brothers and sisters and my dad had 15 at one point. He only has 12 siblings right now and almost all of them (both sides) have at LEAST one kid, at most 5. Some of those kids have kids. I’ve got like 50 first cousins. You get the idea.
What I’m trying to get at is my family is fucking loud. We’ve been getting together for our annual posadas, and my immediate family’s is tonight. It’s like being at a football game with no teams to cheer for. Everyone just hollering and shouting in English, Spanish, Tex-Mex, unintelligible shit, babies crying, people laughing. I mostly listen because I get to hear wonderful/hilarious things. It’s one of my favorite things about being home.
