So buy the time my sisters and I came from Africa in 2006 I barely remembered anything about life in America before including the face of my mother. I remember sitting in the car after my dad had picked me up for JFK Airport in New York and the only thing I could think of was how my mother looked and what she was like. At the time I didn’t speak any english at the time so I asked my dad “ mommy kha” which means where is mom in Soninke which was my first language. He responded by saying “ Afie ka” which means she is home and I couldn’t wait till I got home to see my mother. We lived in a row house so the doors of the houses were right next to each other so when we got there they were to doors one was closed and the other was a light skinned lady who looked almost white in the shining light of the bright sun smiling straight at and I didn’t know her so I went straight to the house on the left and knocked on the door. Then, the light skinned lady stared at me and said my name so I then knew I went to the wrong door. Not only did after my sister called the light skin lady mommy did I realize that was my mother. That Light skinned lady was nothing like what I had imagined my mother to be, in fact she was the complete opposite. Instead of being dark skinned like I thought she was light skinned and she looked like my aunt or my grandmother so every image I ever had of mom had gone away. That moment where I saw my mother for the first time will be my first American memory and my greatest childhood
So buy the time my sisters and I came from Africa in 2006 I barely remembered anything about life in America before including the face of my mother. I remember sitting in the car after my dad had picked me up for JFK Airport in New York and the only thing I could think of was how my mother looked and what she was like. At the time I didn’t speak any english at the time so I asked my dad “ mommy kha” which means where is mom in Soninke which was my first language. He responded by saying “ Afie ka” which means she is home and I couldn’t wait till I got home to see my mother. We lived in a row house so the doors of the houses were right next to each other so when we got there they were to doors one was closed and the other was a light skinned lady who looked almost white in the shining light of the bright sun smiling straight at and I didn’t know her so I went straight to the house on the left and knocked on the door. Then, the light skinned lady stared at me and said my name so I then knew I went to the wrong door. Not only did after my sister called the light skin lady mommy did I realize that was my mother. That Light skinned lady was nothing like what I had imagined my mother to be, in fact she was the complete opposite. Instead of being dark skinned like I thought she was light skinned and she looked like my aunt or my grandmother so every image I ever had of mom had gone away. That moment where I saw my mother for the first time will be my first American memory and my greatest childhood