The morning of felt special even though nothing was actually happening. We woke up early, got ready and sat in the living room waiting for our ride. It felt eternal, we flipped through channels playing infomercials. Occasionally, one of us would run up stairs to get a last minute thing. Our ride arrived, we got in the car and slowly left our house. The car was packed, there were 5 of us and 12 luggage bags, though it was not uncomfortable. We got to the atlanta airport and did all the normal procedures: check in, go through security and wait. I decided to get a bagel at another terminal. I took the skytrain to the terminal and back. I knew that was going to be my last bagel for a while. We got on the plane to Dallas, the flight was turbulent, …show more content…
My dad and I both laughed at her, while my mom cried tears of joy. Some clapped, I didn 't because I thought it was really strange. We had arrived, sort of. We were in Bogota, the capital, which is a half an hour flight to where we wanted to be, but at the time we arrived there were no local flights. We had to wait 7 hours for our connecting flight. Those few hours were the longest hours of my life. The airport gates were closed at the time we arrived so we had to sit in the area before security. All the seats were taken up so we had to sit on the floor, luckily we had blankets. Either way we were freezing because we were in a cold region and the airport had electronic sliding doors which basically means they are always open.We still had all of our carry-ons so we had to take shifts sleeping, so there was always someone watching. I just ended up watching them the whole time because I couldn 't sleep anyway.It was frustrating to be so close, yet so far …show more content…
It was hugs after hugs with people I loved that I hadn 't seen in years. I couldn 't believe it, I was finally here. They fought about which one of us would go in their car with them. The car I was in was with two of my cousins and my uncle that I hadn 't see in five years, yet I felt so comfortable talking to them. They took me to the house we were staying at which was of my other uncle. That is the nuclear family I am closest to, we see each other every two years,they 've lived in my house and I 've lived in theirs, I see them as my brothers. Then there my aunt and her kids who lived in the states with me during my childhood. When she was here she was like a second mother and my cousins were like siblings to me at that time. Now one of them is closer to me than the other, but the other reminds me of my childhood. Since he’s older he remembers the stories from our childhood and all of my fears, and how at the time he would do anything to scare me. Slowly more people arrived to the welcome party, with every one came a different memory. When one of my cousins daughters arrived we looked at each other and began to laugh. We aren 't that related but we looked so much alike. I had seen her in pictures and other family members had started saying we looked alike recently, but I didn 't think so until I saw her in person. When my youngest cousins arrived I was sure they wouldn’t remember me. Even though the older one out of the two I
One of my most memorable days in my life was when I came to Flatwoods. I awaken from slumber it was about 7:50. I usually wake up at 7:00 but the previous day I received a letter in the mail saying I have been approved at job corps of VA aka Flatwoods. I have to be ready to leave at 10:30 so I can catch the bus. I have arrived at the Greyhound and it was quite a while so I had some free time. Going to the store I saw a Subway. I ate there for 40 minutes it was now 10:28 and on my way walking back and people was just loading up on the bus. The man driving the bus checked my bus ticket and I put my bags on the bus.
Before, I could even take note, it was already October. It was time for me to pack everything in my room, and say my final goodbyes to my family members. I was going to leave everything that meant a lot to me behind. Previously, before October, we picked up my dad from the airport so that he could help us load all of our belongings to the U-Haul truck. Lily, ‘my cousin’, (we aren’t related, she is just a very close friend who I consider family) was staying with use because she want to see her father, who was also living in Denver. My mom and dad, sister, uncle, cousin, and I all stayed at the house one last night. I remember that my sister said that all her friends gathered around my mom’s car to wave goodbye to her. Her closest friends got very emotional and they started to cry. Not only did the move affect me, it also affected my sister greatly. It was like someone had given her a punch in the stomach. By the next day, we had everything in the U-Haul truck, and it was time for me to leave my precious Vegas behind. We had now started the drive to
When I walked inside the front door something didn’t seem right. The feeling of sorrow overwhelmed the house. It was so thick I could literally feel it in the air. Everyone was motionless. They were sulking;I was befuddled. The most energetic people in the world, doing absolutely nothing. I repeatedly asked them what was wrong. After an hour or so, my dad pulled me aside. He said that my Aunt Feli had passed away last night. My mind went for a loop, I was so confused. I thought that he was joking, so I replied “You’re lying, don’t mess with me like that.” and punched his shoulder softly while I chuckled. My dad quickly started tearing up and said, “There...
We got off from plane and headed towards the exit. My cousins and my family case worker were already their waiting for us. I was so shocked and the same time I was so happy to meet with my cousins after 6 years. This days too when I went to airport reminds me of that day. We collect bags and headed towards my cousin’s house, I was so hungry and I asked my cousin “what kind of food you made” she knew that we love Nepali cosine so she had made Nepali cosine. We ate food after that I went upstairs to rest. I was so excited and little bit scared to be here and start my new life in USA because I knew that USA life is different than Nepalese life style, however that day was my best day ever in my life. I felt like my dream came true. I had a lot of things going through my mind. Like what am I going to do, what is best for me things like
I was kind of confuse with everybody, but my uncle David said once you settle in with everything and everyone you’ll see and I kept this in thoughts. My uncle Hilmi was driving my mom, brothers, and I to my uncle Isaac house since his house was like an American looking house. When we were driving my my mom didn't like the drive because dust was coming all over her face but I was enjoying the ride because this is what I can call life. He wasn't talking to us, but I had a feeling that, that would change, but I kept silent and let my mom do all the talking and me resting after that big trip overseas. We had arrived to this house with a gate and a door in the middle was a garden, I thought it was a little neat and cool but I couldn't wait to get in that bad. In Sudan the temperatures goes over 100 degrees so that night was that night where around 7 the weather was maybe 115 degrees, so my uncle put my brothers, mom, and I in this room with air conditioner, while my dad was adapting to the weather and sleep inside. As soon they had told us this were our beds I jumped in and had to share it with my mom, so my mom had to move my body because I was fast asleep and didn't feel like
It started on cloudy Sunday morning 3 days after my new cousins were born. There I was in the car sleeping, in the Tilted seat. My dad woke me up he said were going somewhere. “Where are we going are we going to Taco Bell?” I said. My dad was like no because my sister hates it. I listened to music while we were driving until I saw Heaven. It was a Go Kart Race Track and it was long. When we got inside I asked the worker how long was the track and she pointed to the poster. It was 1 ½ mile long track and I jumped in joy. My dad bought 5 rounds for me and 3 for my sister on the
I was astonished by the sight of the enormous plane I was getting ready to board. The plane was ready for everybody to board every one stood up and formed a line to start boarding the plane. They checked our tickets to make sure we wouldn’t go on the wrong airline flight. I wanted to get a window seat so I can look outside from high in the sky. It was an amazing view from up above the clouds it just looks like a blanket of white puffy pillows as far as the eye can see. I took a couple of pictures so I can show the family how wonderful it looked up in the sky. When we encountered some turbulence it was extremely terrifying everything was trembling it came at worst time ever because I had a drink in my hand when it started and the soda fell on me and the floor and some even spilt on the passenger in the seat next to me. I started to apologize for what happened he said it was fine I told him it was my first time I didn’t know that was going to happen. He smiled and said “the same thing happened to me my first flight I had some soda on the women next to me”. We just shared couple of stories to make the time to by faster he was very friendly and liked jokes. The rest of the flight was smooth and no turbulence so it was a good thing for both of us the speaker turned on and the pilot said we would star descending and that we were not allowed to get until we
I was nervous of flying alone, and not knowing anyone over there, but most of all I was nervous, and anxious to meet my grandma. It was a long drive from the airport to my grandma’s house. Before getting to the town where my grandma lived my uncle drove through a long road full of dirt and everything I saw was dust filling the air because of the cars in front of us, malnourished dogs all over the street, and cows as if they were pedestrians. We stopped in front of a white and green house on the corner of the street. Next to the house was a store and right in front were a kiosk and this place called “la cancha” were the people in town played soccer. I got down the car and my grandma hugged me and kissed me and said I looked like my dad’s side of the family. She was loving right in that instant without really knowing me, but she was just like every other grandma. She looked and sounded just like my mom, dark skin, light brown hair, slanted eyes, and both their voice was soft. She made me feel comfortable and like at home that I couldn’t be afraid of her. She took me everywhere she went, she showed me around town and introduced me to family that knew my mom. When I left I cried not because I was scared, but because I didn’t want to leave my grandma. I loved my nana even if she was old because I started to understand that dying is part of life, were born to
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.
The moment we stepped foot into the hospital, I could hear my aunt telling my mother that “he is in a better place now”. At that moment, something had already told me that my dad was deceased; it was like I could feel it or something. I felt the chills that all of a sudden came on my arms. As my mother and grandmother were both holding my hand, they took me into this small room. The walls were white, and it had a table with four tissue boxes sitting on the top. My other grandmother was there, and so were my two aunts, my uncles, and
Getting out of the security check point and seeing all my relatives was really awkward for the first time. I didn’t know who was who, but they all knew who I was. It took a few days to learn the names of my cousins and their personalities. Everyone was great in their own unique way. They were all polite, courteous, and helpful. We all had so many questions for them, as they did for us. There was one particular aunt that I liked the most. We called her Baby Massi. The thing I miss about her is that she was always ready to head into the kitchen to make us something ...
Difference is something that can be hard to pin-point especially, I think, in hindsight. The first encounter with something unfamiliar can easily be remembered in the context of what was learned following the meeting. To some extent this is true of my first conscious experience of meeting someone who was different from me. When I look back and consider my age, my mindset at the time and the way the meeting was treated by those closest to me; it is not surprising to find that the experience feels incredibly normal.
It was on a Friday morning at 4:30 A.M. that happiness and joy filled the hearts of both my parents. I was born on November 29, 1996 at Broward General Hospital in Fort Lauderdale Florida. My parents had five children, and among the five children that they had, I was the third (or middle) child from them. It started off as two boys, then I came along as the first girl, after it was another boy, then finally, another baby girl; so total was three boys and two girls. The way that my parents lived and treated each other was the same as if any other married couple that loved each other so much. They’ve gone through a lot to get to where they are now today, but they made it and along the way had us five children. They have been really strong with each other which made them only have the five of us and no other step children. My mom is a great cook and enjoy cooking for us; this is probably where my passion for culinary comes from. My dad is an amazing tailor, he is very good at making our clothes, and my passion for fashion probably came from him. My dad is also a teacher, one of the best math teacher I know, he is passionate about his job and his family is the center of his universe. I cannot finish this chapter without mentioning my grandmother, I was lucky enough to have ever met. I had spent part of my life time with her, like the rest of the family she is sweet, my grandmother Abelus,
Throughout the morning I didn’t know what to feel. I have seen distant family and friends of my parents
Mom and dad where packing up the vehicle.My brothers look like walking zombies as they got up on the van. I couldn 't stop smiling of joy. As we all got in the vehicle to settle in I yell out " Goodbye California, Hello Mexico!!". My parents where not playing when they said it was going to be a long trip, took us at least four days and 3 nights. I just recall that because I slept most of the time. I heard my father say " estamos aqui Gorda ", other words " we here fatty", don 't get my father wrong fatty was a nickname for me since a baby I belive. Hey what can I say I was a pretty chubby kid, but that 's other story.I started to look out the window all ready can see different life style even the air smell different too.I was known to ask many questions as a kid , hey I still do. What can I say I am a curios