Coming From A Mysterious Alien World Essay
When I first left Cuba, my initial emotions were dejection and depression. It was a heartbreaking moment for me. I had just left behind everything I knew: almost my entire family, every single one of my friends, and my home. I was leaving behind who I was. Those were awful feelings for me to have at such a young age, but what perked me up was what I imagined America would be like. “Mom,” I exclaimed after weeks of being in this country, “I thought that we were going to be super rich, live in a mansion, and I would never have to go to school again.”
In between laughter, my mother’s response was, “Life is hard no matter what, but don’t we all wish it could have been like that.” Of course, the whole conversation was in Spanish because our English was truly abysmal.
Even though my initial emotions lingered for months, the…