My bags are packed, I’m ready. My dad hugs me for the seventh times tonight. My mother is sitting in the corner, she keeps staring at my luggage. She checks my passport and plane ticket again, the information hasn’t changed.
I’ve never been to The Big Apple, New York, N.Y. My uncle lives there with his wife and two children. They call to make sure I’m ready for a summer to remember. I’m thirteen years old and I’m thinking this is going to be a hell of a vacation.
New York is everything and more than I could’ve imagined. Broadway has my heart, I want to see all the shows. The Metropolitan museum of art is filled with masterpieces and I can’t get enough. Koreatown is bustling and the food is absolutely amazing.
… This is all a dream.
My family makes me feel welcomed, summer is great but it’s coming to an end. My aunt is busy, she’s out and about getting everything her kids need to go back to school and more. I don’t understand why she buys so much, they only have two kids. I wonder how my mom is faring with all the school shopping without me. I pray that she gets all the things that I like but I highly doubt it, she still thinks I’m seven.
The silence is deafening….
August is coming to an end, I’m anxious to go home. I miss my mom and dad and I just can’t wait to see them. My uncle’ phone rings, I hear my parents on the other line, I’m overjoyed and I grab the phone from him but the silence on the other end is deafening.
My mother is in tears and I don’t know why. I feel helpless.
After what felt like an eternity of silence, she speaks. “I love you with all my heart but baby you aren’t coming home. One day, I hope you’ll understand.”
I’m thirteen and I am heartbroken. My heart hurts and I want to scream on top of my lungs but all I can do is stare out the window at an empty street corner.
New York has 7.94 million people but I feel alone.
The weeks that followed my mother breaking the news, go by viciously fast. There is just so much to do, I must learn a new language. I must make new friends. I must learn to use the subway. I must learn a new culture. I must adjust.
There’s some real dark days where you just feel like the story is falling apart in every one. Just keep moving forward, even when you are bluffing, even when you don’t quite know what is going to happen next.Dan Scanlon
This summer is one for the books.
Moving to a new country must have been an exciting experience. They say you should write about it. Little do they know, it’s not that exciting when you aren’t given a choice.
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