On July 19, 2010, My father arrived, I was speechless because I did not know who he was at first but he knew who I was. After 2 days go by, after we spend a lot of time together and we are getting ready to leave for the United States the next day. My siblings and I then found out the bad part, We were not able to leave and go to America with our mother. This was a painful moment for us all because we grew up with our mom, and we have been living with her for our whole life. At the moment I thought this was all a joke, we never had a problem with going to America. We Had a problem with leaving our mom behind, because they are taking a part of our lives away for a long time. I was not very happy with the decision, but I knew I did not have a choice going. This hurts me more than anyone else, because I grew up around my mother 24/7. The easy part was getting told we have to leave, the hard part was the next day, at Jamaica’s airport, everyone from my family was at the airport wishing us goodbyes. …show more content…
The first couple days go by and we started liking America. The huge buildings, type of cars, the big houses. These were all things our mom told us would be here. Everything Have gotten better because we all talked to our mom everyday, we told her stories of how much fun we had, and talking to her everyday made it completely easier to handle, because we felt as if she was around us. That was how we got over leaving her behind, one of the hardest things I ever did in my