Personal Narrative: My First Time In Miami

My first time in Miami was December 4, 2009. It was a winter morning, but in Miami there wasn’t a hint of coldness in the air. When we first received the news that we were leaving Cuba everyone was excited and when the day finally arrived it was a little less thrilling and a little more somber. Leaving everything behind and moving to a new country was difficult and leaving a lot of our family was worse. “This is for you and your sister’s future” my parents said when we arrived in Miami I believe they were trying to persuade themselves more than us. I know it was painful for them to leave everything they had always known behind, it was tough for us too, but I was 10 and my sister 14 we were kids, the impact of such a decision didn’t hit us until …show more content…
My sister was exactly like me except she was 14 years old in 8th grade and teenagers are ruthless. One day when I was home the phone rang and after hanging up I heard my mom say, “Your sister isn’t feeling good Norma is picking her up.”, “Of course she doesn’t feel good” I said to myself, “she doesn’t want to be here with these strangers who she has nothing in common with”. Do you know that feeling when you don’t understand a language and suddenly you feel like everyone is making fun of you? Well we lived in that feeling I don’t remember what they said and they could have been talking about anything else but it always felt like someone was saying “Doesn’t she look stupid?” “Her family is probably really poor” but then again, they could’ve been talking about their weekend or their dogs. Later, after some time had gone by and we had made some friends things were looking better my parents had their own jobs and me and my sister were going to school and learning English and that’s when we abandoned our bubble and started realizing how beautiful Miami truly is. There are so many different cultures and so many different people that it doesn’t feel like you’re so far from