Just when I thought my life was falling out if my hands, everything started blossoming up. It all started back when I was in sixth grade in Kuwait, where I grew up with the most wonderful siblings one could ask for, two brothers, and two sisters. One of my sisters had already moved to Canada with her husband, my other sister and one of my brothers were moving to Jordan for college, and my other brother was thinking of moving to the United States for a job opportunity. My parents were also thinking of leaving Kuwait since we had no family left there. They decided they wanted to move to Jordan. I was so bummed by the idea. I had to leave my friends, my hometown, everything. Not just that, but I really did not like Jordan at all. Every summer
