Diary Of An Immigrant

December 1st 2013. That was when my world came crashing down. My family was sent into a frenzy. That day scarred me for life. My beloved uncle and cousin were on the Metro North train derailment. The morning of December 1st, the phone at my house rang and, like any other Sunday, someone picked it up. I still remember where I was. I’d been brushing my hair and had almost finished getting ready for church. When I heard the commotion outside my room, I picked up one of the house phones. I heard my aunt frantically crying on the line. That’s when I hung up and ran out to where my grandparents were to ask them what was happening. My grandfather pointed to the television, and there it was. "BREAKING NEWS: METRO NORTH TRAIN DERAILMENT". A lump rose in my throat. "Big Sam and Little Sam were on there." That’s when I knew life was going to change. …show more content…
She would always treat me as if I would break, but now it’s up to me to do the things that were done for me. I had to wake up early and make my lunches, keep track of my schedule, start learning to cook, and help with things around the house. My aunt Jessica and my cousins Sam and Mia came to live with us for a while. Because of the fact that there were six people living in my house now, everyone had to learn to stay in their own bubble and do their own thing. The exercise equipment that was in its space in the living room had to be moved and two beds put there. I had to learn to take care of myself and not