Moving: A Sister’s Goodbye “This doesn’t feel real,” I thought. I was walking through the airport with my dad and my two younger siblings. Amaya, my younger sister, was carrying her suitcase. My brother and I, however, were not, nor was my dad. We went to the check-in desk and my dad requested an unaccompanied minor badge and three boarding passes. She printed out the passes and one plane ticket. “Amaya?” the ticket agent looked at us, trying to figure out who to give the badge to. Amaya raised her hand and took the badge. “Don’t lose it,” the ticketing agent warned. We then proceeded to check Amaya’s suitcase. We were all set to go. We rode the tram to security and not many people were there. The security line was short and we made it through fairly easily. Sometimes it could take almost an hour to get through the security line, which is why we were always two hours …show more content…
The flight attendant called for unaccompanied minors. We all gave her a hug before she went with the flight attendant and watched her disappear as she walked down the ramp. We then sat until the passengers boarded the plane. Afterwards, my dad stood up and went to the window, watching it take off. As soon as it was in the air, we went to the car. He texted my mother that she had lifted off and told her to tell him when she landed.
The ride back from Tampa was long and silent. My brother and I looked out the window while my dad drove, faint music playing from the car stereo. The weight of my decision had begun to set in. I was no longer responsible for watching or taking care of Amaya. She would no longer interrupt me while I was doing homework to ask if I wanted to play. I would no longer be responsible for babysitting her until my mother came home. I would only be able to call her to see how she was doing. It was going to be difficult to adjust, and for a while I would still feel like she was there, as she should have
She picked a seat in the way back, away from all the people. She silently stared out the window making a quiet list inside her head of all the things she had forgotten and all the people she remembered. Tears silently slid down her face as she remembered her aunt crying and cousins afraid of the dark in their house. She couldn’t do it anymore. It was the best for everyone she thought. Deep down though she knew how hard it would be for everyone to find out she was leaving. From her family’s tears, to the lady in the grocery store who was always so kind and remembered her name. She also knew how
Like the two previous stories, The Sisters and An Encounter, Araby is about a somewhat introverted boy fumbling toward adulthood with little in the way of guidance from family or community. The truants in An Encounter managed A young boy who is similar in age and temperament to those in “The Sisters” and “An Encounter” develops a crush on Mangan’s sister, a girl who lives across the street. One evening she asks him if he plans to go to a bazaar (a fair organized, probably by a church, to raise money for charity) called Araby. The girl will be away on a retreat when the bazaar is held and therefore unable to attend. The boy promises that if he goes he will bring her something from Araby.
Walking into a building that was as tiny as a bug, my stomach started to feel uneasy. As I looked around at the security guards watching every move I made, I knew this would be the hardest goodbye. The uncomfortable chairs, silent tv, and unbearable smell of coffee were NOT helping either. As we approached my brother, he softly said to us, “I’ve been here since 5:30 and they said my flight won’t leave until 2:30, but I get TSA Precheck because I’m in the military.”
I had never seen such affection and care as I did from my family. After all the goodbyes, we made our way into the airport. I held on tight to my rolling suitcase as I walked to my future and I will never forget the love and support that stood there weeping. After waiting in the airport for over two hours, the plane finally arrived. I was sitting in my airplane seat slowly anticipating to see my mom that I hadn’t seen for six years. I remember the first day that I came to America. Getting out of that airplane exhausted and not being able t o walk because I had been sitting in the plane for 24 hours. I was in the Phoenix airport, looking around nervously in a peculiar place filled with strange people. But, the moment I saw my Mom and my family, I was serene once again.
Tears flooded my face as I let her hand go. I love my mother dearly, but without father I had to be the head of the house. The one to take charge in times like these. She was in not in a good place of mind to be rational. Why had father forsaken us like this, why couldn't we just go home and be with him. The thoughts swirled around my head but the next thing I knew was mother laying on the ground in pain. Her face crinkled and puffy as she clenched her stomach in the delicate hands.
I charged ahead into the airport, ready to fly to my new home, when i was struck with the sudden realization that I hadn’t packed something very important to me, my blanket.
Everyone on the plane start shuffling around, anxious to get off this stuffy tin can. “We are all going to meet at customs!” My teacher announced to the group. I looked to Kyani for the look of reassurance, knowing that neither of us knew what we were doing, and after the six-hour delay we suffered, trying to roam a foreign airport at 12am didn’t seem like the most exciting of endeavors. The flight attendants finally open the exit and the crowd shifted forward. We entered the jet bridge
It was the middle of the night when my mother got a phone call. The car ride was silent, my father had a blank stare and my mother was silently crying. I had no idea where we were headed but I knew this empty feeling in my stomach would not go away. Walking through the long bright hallways, passing through an endless amount of doors, we had finally arrived. As we
My parents had everything packed and ready for the upcoming visit to Guangzhou. They were busy calling my family in China who offered to pick us up at the airport. As we board the plane, I began to wonder how
After waiting for an hour, our names were called, and we headed back to the bullet-proof windows. The consular officer asked my sister and me common questions regarding my father and my siblings. Then he told my sister and me to take a seat and started grilling my mom with questions. After five minutes of questioning — which seemed like an hour— my mom returned to her seat. She no longer had a calm face; she looked like she’d seen a
I stood at the end of the driveway with a bag of clothes and my little sisters by my side. My dad pulled up, we got in the truck, and we drove about 10 minutes until we got to his shop. This would seem like a normal day, but things were different this time. We weren 't at the shop to ride the four wheelers around or to play basketball in the garage or to mess with the pinball machines. There was a gloomy feel about everything around us. Even though I didn’t say anything, I knew things were changing.
A guilty feeling surged through me as I snuck out of church early, but I could not wait any longer to show my friend, Jonathan, my new Chevrolet Cavalier. As I raced out of the parking lot, I heard ambulance sirens in the distance, and I felt a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach as if butterflies were fluttering around trying to get out. I paid the feeling no mind as I merged onto the interstate at Gray and headed toward Johnson City. Little did I know those sirens would change my life forever.
I remember exactly when my dad called my sister and me in the living room to tell us the news. My dad’s face was a face I had never seen before, looked as pale as ice and chocked like if he had seen a ghost. I could see there was something wrong but nothing could have prepared me for that kind of news. The words came out and I thought at first it was a joke. I asked him the question and already knew the answer. My sister started crying and my dad fell in tears too. I couldn’t cry, just wouldn’t come out, I was too stunned by the horrible news.
Something that I really struggled with was the passing of my Grandmother. She was a strong woman and an inspiration to everybody in my family. I think that I struggled with it because she was a great human being, I kind of looked up to her a bit, and of course she was part of my family. I think that along with her passing, I struggled with the fact that she died when I thought that she did nothing wrong in her entire life and did not deserve to die. Mainly the fact that she was a really good person and she just died like that.
Studies show that sibling relations last longer than any other relationships. Through this period of time bonds are growing stronger than others, which is why Marry Cary, current college student, relationship with her sister made the biggest impact on her life.