I knew that my grandmother’s visit was always short and sweet, for she always had to return to America while I went back to my distressing life at home with my uncle. She would always come down to Fiji for about two weeks, twice a year, but on this particular holiday, life was going to change. My grandmother walks into the hotel room, after visiting the embassy in town, and gives me the biggest hug and kiss while I am sitting on the bed. She says, “Grandma is taking you to America next week. Do you want to come?” She hands me a passport with my picture in it; I immediately flip the passport book open and stare at my picture with a muddled look. I ask her “Is this real? Am I going to America?” She says yes and then we both, immediately, start jumping on the bed …show more content…
It was strict and somewhat of a boot camp but nothing serious damaging to a child enough to complain. The school was from 8 am to 12 pm because I was only five and it was kindergarten. Mommy Voi would drop me off at the driveway of the kindergarten, and I would remember crying because I didn’t want her to leave me there. I felt like the only person that mattered was leaving me alone. The world would start spinning again when she would pick me up at 12 pm. I would be so delighted to see her and run to hold her hand. We would then walk home talking about my day at school and what I would like to eat for dinner. By the time she would pick me up from school, she would have a plastic bag of small groceries for us at home. I remember asking her a couple of times, “Mom let me carry that” and she would say, “No, it’s too heavy for you.” Walking home was fun for me because I passed two other elementary schools with my mom and those kids could not laugh at me or touch me. The school I went to was regarded as an outstanding school and so my uniform informed everyone on the way home where I was educated. School children seem to dislike me because of the name on my badge, so I always made sure to walk by them with
I remember the first time I came to America; I was 10 years old. Everything was exciting! From getting into an airplane, to viewing magnificent, huge buildings from a bird’s eye view in the plane. It was truly memorable. After staying few days at my mother’s house, my father and I wanted to see what Dallas looks like. But because my mother was working the whole day, it wasn’t convenient for her to show us the area except only on Sundays. Finally, we went out to the nearby mall with my mother. My father and I were astonished after looking at a variety of stores. But after looking at different stores, we were finally tired and hungry, so we went into McDonald’s. Not being familiar with fast food restaurants, we were curious to try American
In the town of Sebewaing not much goes on, and not much will. but recently, in the past few years, things in Sebewaing has been seaming to change that. But, back to my story, my grandfather and I just finished installing the new support beam when, now our immediate family started to show up, as they usually do. “Jesus, don’t they ever stay home?” Grandpa said. You see, my Grandpa is a crotchety old man, but for good reason. I seen my sister and her now fiance walking up too go inside the house but, this time it seemed very peculiar; prior to me going in the house, I seen my sisters fiance look at me with an estranged look. My grandpa instructed me to go take out the trash for him which I did happily, about 5 minutes later I came into the house and looked around, “What the hell is up with everyone?” I asked myself. I discovered while looking around that everyone had an eerie look on their faces, as if someone just died. I sat down and
After coming to the United States where I was excited to see a new country, people, and living, I lived in the city of Corona where I was attending a public school. After being at an all girl’s Christian school that requires us to have a certain length of the uniform skirt, hair being pulled up, and clothes ironed, and attending church at school every week was something completely different for me. Being at a school that involves boys and freedom from what I had before was a new thing for me because I was not used to it. I didn’t feel comfortable to the change and told my mother that I wanted to be in home school. She agreed and placed a request form to place me in home schooling. After being accepted, I was able to get all my work done com...
Growing up I never gave a thought as to why I was homeschooled. Having never experienced a single day of public school, I wasn’t familiar with the morning routine of catching the school bus. The familiar scene for me was waking up much later than my peers and going to my “school” where every day was pajama day. While my friends would often let me know how
My grandmother has a certain look in her eyes when something is troubling her: she stares off in a random direction with a wistful, slightly bemused expression on her face, as if she sees something the rest of us can’t see, knows something that we don’t know. It is in these moments, and these moments alone, that she seems distant from us, like a quiet observer watching from afar, her body present but her mind and heart in a place only she can visit. She never says it, but I know, and deep inside, I think they do as well. She wants to be a part of our world. She wants us to be a part of hers. But we don’t belong. Not anymore. Not my brothers—I don’t think they ever did. Maybe I did—once, a long time ago, but I can’t remember anymore. I love my grandmother. She knows that. I know she does, even if I’m never able to convey it adequately to her in words.
What if you met the love of your life today? You should smile, because you’ve never been loved so much in your life. But what if they back stabbed you…
When I was assigned to write a paper about a moment, event, or even person, in my life that altered its course forever, ideas started to instantly pop into my head. The divorce of my parents, graduating high school, moving away and going to college; the choices were abundant. However, after giving it some further thought I realized that all of these other impactful moments in my life were in some way connected to, and to a certain extent even caused by, when I moved to America from Guatemala.
Throughout my life I have always had one person who has stuck with me through thick and thin, my mother, Genoveva. My mother’s devotion was to her two daughters, she always prayed that my sister and I would have a better life then what she had and pushed through every obstacle for us. She is from Mexico, Puebla and is a very loud, assertive woman. She always believed in herself and whenever she put her mind to it, she always got the job done. She came to America in 1982 when she was just 16. Even though her journey was made from a rash decision, having to be forced to do something illegal and having to get accustomed to life in America she is just glad that she can now have a happy life with her family.
There is a small road lead to her house which I have to walk because my brother car can’t drive through. On the side of the road are blocks of block beautiful golden rice field ready to harvest.I saw farmer get ready to go to the field and my parent use to be one of them.Suddenly I heard “Come in ” my aunt ,she shouts out from the middle of the field with an excited voice. “ Okay, make sure your dog was was not coming out from the middle of nowhere and to bite me like last time,” my mom said and laugh.We start talking and she asks “ do you still go to school”. “ Of course, yes, I’m going to start College when I come back” I answer. “ Where are Nhi and Mi, are they in school?” I ask. Nhi and Mi are my cousins, they about my age. My aunt, she
It was a day like any other day at El Retirito,El Salvador.Until my grandpa sent my aunt and cousin to get food from somewhere.On their way,,they had to go up a hill.The hill had a fence around it.Beside a pole of the fence,was a girl.She had blonde hair tied in low ponytails,and blue eyes.The girl motioned my cousin to go to her.As my cousin was walking her direction,my aunt looked at her.She could not see the girl,but she knew something was wrong.My aunt pulled my cousin’s hair and hit her to stop.My cousin said she didn’t feel anything.She just kept walking.Suddenly,she began to cry.She didn’t know what was going on.My aunt took her back home.My cousin told my grandma what she saw.My grandma did not believe her.But
For my oral history project, I chose to interview my grandmother. My grandmother name is Rachel and we had our interview in my apartment at the kitchen table. The atmosphere was relaxed and quite since my roommates were out of our apartment at the time. I felt nervous before interviewing my grandmother because we do not get to talk to each other or see each other regularly since she normally lives in California, but she now is currently visiting my parents. I could sense a little bit of nervousness from her as well since I do not get the opportunity a talk regularly with her. Coming into this interview she did not know how much or how little information of her life she should tell me. I reminded her that she could she could talk as much or as little about her past within the hour timeframe.
It was a Monday night; I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just completed my review of Office Administration in preparation for my final exams. As part of my leisure time, I decided to watch my favorite reality television show, “I love New York,” when the telephone rang. I immediately felt my stomach dropped. The feeling was similar to watching a horror movie reaching its climax. The intensity was swirling in my stomach as if it were the home for the butterflies. My hands began to sweat and I got very nervous. I could not figure out for the life of me why these feelings came around. I lay there on the couch, confused and still, while the rings continued. My dearest mother decided to answer this eerie phone call. As she picked up, I sat straight up. I muted the television in hopes of hearing what the conversation. At approximately three minutes later, the telephone fell from my mother’s hands with her faced drowned in the waves of water coming from her eyes. She cried “Why?” My Grandmother had just died.
It was about two years ago when I arrived in United States of America, and I still remember the day when I left my native country, Honduras. As I recall, one day previous to my departure, I visited my relatives who live in San Pedro Sula. They were all very happy for me to see me except my grandmother Isabel. She looked sad; even though she tried to smile at all times when I was talking to her, I knew that deep inside of her, her heart was broken because of my departure the next morning. I remember that I even told her, “Grandma, do not worry about me, I’ll be fine. I promise that I will write you letters and send you pictures as much as possible.” Here reply was, “I know sweetie I know you will.” Suddenly after she said that I started to cry. For som...
As I was packing my bags out to our truck, I ran into my Aunt Heidi. I saw that she was holding a Starbucks cup and I immediately ran over and asked for a taste. Instead, she told me she would just go and buy my own. It would just be our little secret. I saw my mom coming out of the hotel and I hurried and ran behind Heidi’s car, chugged the rest of what was left in the cup, and threw the cup inside the car. After all the family got checked out, we head back onto the road. Heidi asked if I wanted to ride with her and I immediately said yes. After I moved all the stuff I wanted to her car, we were back on the
My heart was pounding as I boarded my flight leaving the Bangkok International Airport. A flight attendant in a grey dress with a red bow draped over her shoulder announced; “Welcome aboard flight AA350 to the United States.” My journey began that day.