I couldn’t accept the fact that I was moving to America. I felt like I was dreaming, or like I was part of a movie or something. Despite the fact that I was still laying down on my bed, I felt like I just ran a race. My heart was beating as fast as a cheetah, and I could barely contain my excitement. When the rooster crowed, I immediately got up, took a shower, changed my clothes, and went to my luggage, which I packed the night before. “Tatang! I’m ready!” In case you don’t know, “tatang” means “dad” in Filipino. My dad came into my room and said, “OK, let’s eat breakfast first so you won’t starve on the plane.” My breakfast was gone before you knew it, and we eventually got to the airport.
My heart skipped a beat as I boarded the plane. “I can’t believe this is actually happening,” I thought to myself. However, I wasn’t the only one excited about this trip. I looked over to my father and his smile was as bright as the sun itself. I could imagine my life there in America, living the life I always wanted. While it was a bit sad to leave my friends back in the Philippines, my excitement concealed most of the sadness. I was about excited as a child seeing presents underneath the tree on Christmas Day.
During the plane ride, my dad and I would tell each other what we missed about the …show more content…
I didn’t wanna seem like a wussy in front of one of the people I love, but I just couldn’t help it. You see, my mom moved here before us when I was about 5. She believed that we would have a better opportunity there than in the Philippines. My mother’s goal there was to get a job, and then petition the rest of us there, so we could live with her. It’s been 8 years since then; 8 years without a mother. Now we’re here, at an airport, my whole family, together at last, and excited to live out “The American Dream” together. There are no words in the galaxy that could explain how happy I was
My heart skipped a beat as I boarded the plane. “I can’t believe this is actually happening,” I thought to myself. However, I wasn’t the only one excited about this trip. I looked over to my father and his smile was as bright as the sun itself. I could imagine my life there in America, living the life I always wanted. While it was a bit sad to leave my friends back in the Philippines, my excitement concealed most of the sadness. I was about excited as a child seeing presents underneath the tree on Christmas Day.
During the plane ride, my dad and I would tell each other what we missed about the …show more content…
I didn’t wanna seem like a wussy in front of one of the people I love, but I just couldn’t help it. You see, my mom moved here before us when I was about 5. She believed that we would have a better opportunity there than in the Philippines. My mother’s goal there was to get a job, and then petition the rest of us there, so we could live with her. It’s been 8 years since then; 8 years without a mother. Now we’re here, at an airport, my whole family, together at last, and excited to live out “The American Dream” together. There are no words in the galaxy that could explain how happy I was