When I was little I moved to Los Mochis Sinaloa a night before we went to there my brother and my dad drove a truck with furniture. Then the next day my mom, my brother, my sister, and I got into the car to go to Los Muchis, my mom steped in a store where she bought chips, sodas, and some coffee for her. When we were in the freeway there was a sheep on the road. When we got on Obregon, Sonora we ate in a restaurant we ate tacos and quesadillas. When we got on Los Mochis we asked a person that where was the 5 de Mayo street and the man said you're on it, and my mom said ok thank you. It was so big and pretty house.
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