One Day Short Story

THE OCEAN IS DEEP, COLD YET CHALLENGING
If I date back in my family tree, there hasn’t been a single person who has been to the United States. If I wasn’t much, I was surely a little confused about the next 4 months in the state because I was marking footsteps on a road, utterly new and vague. I remember as my father and my siblings came along to drop me off at the airport. For the very first time in my life, I was struck by a feeling which told me how hard it is to stay away from the family. To gain something, you always must make a sacrifice and leaving my family was yet the biggest sacrifice to make. I flew from Pakistan on 8th of August and during my flight, I realized how much I would miss my homeland. However, the thing that troubled me a lot was the duration of the flight. I was sick nearly the whole time because I’m an acrophobic and my ears pained from such prolonged traveling. Ultimately, the plane landed safely in Washington DC leaving me startled as I was surrounded by a completely different atmosphere on the 9th of August.

Normally we don’t find women working like this in Pakistan. I spent my first 3 days in Washington DC with its own kind of uniqueness. I had my friends with me throughout the flight and we all were beaming with excitement continuously. After arriving the National 4-H Center, the first ever shock that I received was the food. I let out a groan when I ate the first bite of the food served. Every Pakistani loves spicy food and the first meal I had at the 4-H Center was insipid. The flavors seemed so bland and now I laugh at myself as I realize Americans aren’t much into spicy foods. At that time, I was so hungry. I only had an ice-cream for the dinner. The sudden change of things was dry, it wasn’t going too well