Music has changed my mood for better and for worse. Right now, during the December season, Venezuelans listen to a music called "gaita", for some reason these songs make me cry buckets. When I lived in Venezuela, I always saw my grandmother cry almost all December every time she heard "gaitas". She explained to me that it was because she missed her mother (may she rest in peace) and some other relatives who have left this earthly plane. She also gets sad every year because for her it is a reminder of how ephemeral life is. In my adolescence I loved that music and I danced to it, but now that I don't live in Venezuela and I haven't seen my family for years, every time I hear gaitas it makes me cry just like my grandmother does. Listening to that music makes me miss my house, my mom, my dad, my sisters and it makes me think about many things. My grandmother and I are not the only ones who cry to this music, many people do, in fact there are memes about this, for some it is inevitable not to cry.

This is the worst of all, in the sense that you have to be a person without feelings to not cry (if you are Venezuelan)