Bebe, I know you don't want go but it's for your own good.
You will have better chances over there. Vamos a adelantar allá mija.
Te amo bebe, have a safe flight my loves.
It Hurts To Say Goodbye
I don't want to go without you.
What's it going to be...
It can be tough to move to a new country at times. The saddest part for me was leaving all of my relatives and friends behind. One day, my parents called me to the dinner table and informed me that we would be moving to another country. At first, I took my father's statement for a joke. I had no idea, however, that he was telling the truth. It was difficult for me to break the news to my friends that I was leaving and moving but it was harder knowing that it would just be me and my father and that my mother and little sister had to stay behind.
Is this all?
The day I was leaving arrived, and I had so much thoughts going through my childish mind. All the memories associated with my home suddenly were running over and over on my mind. For me, leaving home was not only leaving behind people I love, but also stepping out of my comfort zone, and entering the new world. My heart ached and I felt a lump in my throat as I stepped out of my old comforting house, where I grew up and made all my friends. The look on my little sisters face made it even worse to leave.
An Outsider
On the way to the airport, my family were giving me life advices, which were very useful at a time. My plane finally lands in New York and I realize I’m on my own from now and on. My very first challenge was speaking to a immigration officer. He was speaking so fast and unclear, that I ended up agreeing to everything he said. I knew it won’t be simple, so I had to put all my time and effort into learning English. I could tell my father felt the same way, it wasn't his first time in USA but not knowing the language made us feel like outsiders, more or less like aliens.
It wasn't so bad after all
I think we should go to the mall!
I say pass, let's go watch a movie instead!
In a little car, a family friend came to pick us up. Surprisingly, my father and I, along with our mountain of luggage, fit in it, and I saw the big buildings as soon as I got in the car. That was astonishing to me because I had never seen anything like that before. When we arrived in a neighborhood with building after building, I noticed a large number of Hispanic families living in the same area. We arrived at what would become my new home, an old apartment. My first impressions were shattered because I imagined myself living in a mansion like those shown in movies.
For the first few weeks in America, I was a breathing statue who couldn’t talk. I felt like a newborn baby who couldn’t walk. I felt like a worthless rock. I couldn’t do anything. It was one of the most difficult times I’ve ever had in my life. Without language, I lost the ability to communicate and make friends in school. I felt really lonely and senseless because I faced many problems I couldn’t solve. I also couldn’t communicate my feelings to the people around me which led me to feel even more isolated. Sometimes, I even got bullied in school by the kids in my class and at home by all my American cousins.
Despite all of these obstacles, I was able to dig myself out of the mud and learn excellent English in less than a year, allowing me to make friends at school and get along better with my relatives. Regardless of the fact that I never truly enjoyed living here without the rest of my family, I became accustomed to it and became more self-reliant. Many of the things I know came from here, and thanks to my father's ability to get a better career, my mother and sister were able to obtain visas and come live with me. After that, my life just kept going in the correct direction, bringing me to where I am now.
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