The plane had landed. As I stroll through the gate in search of my parents; I notice something white falling from the sky and at the same time, I felt cold. As I could remember, it was a cold winter night when I arrived, and I wasn’t prepared. For over the past eight or nine years I have lived in China, in an area where winter doesn't exist. Not long after I was born I was sent back to China where my grandparents raised me.
Oh man do they smell amazing! That evening we settled on eating at a little burger joint, id call it a greasy spoon but it was pretty good. After that we were booked from the long drive so we decided to call it a day. That means that we would have to go back to the hotel. When we finally got to our room it was really cold for some reason, the air conditioning was on even though it is a crisp 70 degrees in Estes Park.
The Rattan Chair Sharp sirens cut through the warm afternoon air like an icy blade as headlights of the ambulance lighted up the narrow alley. I had to squint to take a good glance at the figure being carried on the stretcher, it was my grandfather, who had fainted but have just woken up. Strangely enough, the elder remained the calmest of them all, as if nothing had happened. I stood beside the crowd gathering in front my grandparents’ 50-year-old stationery store. It had been a home for me in the past decade before I moved to college.
This time of felt like a holiday break but I was glad to be back in school. It’s March now and the weather is warming up. But still there’s snow piled up on the sidewalks. Almost a month later and there is still snow. Humans are really powerless before the forces of nature.
Next morning, my dad wasn’t there with us, it felt lonely, as if part of my heart was not there with me. I wanted to cry, but I knew that my dad was not there with us physically but he was with us in our hearts. As time passed, my mom asked us if we wanted to go to The United States and my sister and I were so happy, we said yes because our dad was up there.
They were walkers, raising money for the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention, and I was one of them. I walked for my big cousin, lost when I was five. We walked along the water, the sea-scented air cutting through jackets that no one realized would be too thin. I shivered as the wind pushed droplets of ice water into my face. As we walked, I couldn’t help but notice a news van, setting up a camera to face the water.
The walk to Wholefoods isn’t long but I was in a rush because I didn’t want to miss the movie. I was speed walking and I saw a friend’s older brother, Hakeem, that I hadn’t seen in awhile. We said “hi” and chatted for a bit. After that short talk I kept on my way but started reminiscing and thinking about that old friend, Malika. The neighborhood I grew up in had been a very close community.
As I walked out of the airport, unfamiliar faces surrounded me. I was beginning my first week in the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere -Haiti. We rode in an open air box truck to where we would be staying, bouncing out of our seat with every bump along the way. I saw people washing dishes, bathing and going to the bathroom all within the same water source- while on ride to the compound. Throughout the week, children laughed and took many pictures with me.
The trip to California was exhausting. We left Christmas morning around 7:00 in the morning.The fog barley let us see the road for a few hours, but it was super beautiful. We were all very crammed in the back. My brother was sitting to the left, me in the middle, and my sister to the right. Of course since I was the youngest I got stuck in the middle.
I wouldn’t forget how many times I’ve missed them every day and every day was like torture, so I made a promise with my dad that if my average finals score of all subjects is above everyone else in my grade, then I can move to America too. Through months of putting all my effort into the work, I fulfilled my promise and moved to America that spring. However, things didn’t turned out as I thought it would be.
It’s about six hours since you left for Arizona . The way things have been, I know you wouldn’t have expected me to come to see you off. I was so focused on getting by on my own in the city, I didn’t realize how much I missed being with friends. And it was only today I realized how much I’ve missed you.You were my best friend for as long as I can remember, and it’s been almost two weeks since I last talked to you. I probably could have if I’d put in the effort.