I have not seen her since twelve years ago and wondered how much has changed since she had left us. “Sharon, hurry up and get in the car! Your aunt and her family is waiting for us at the restaurant already.” It was five o clock in the evening when my mom rushed me as she piled her necessities in her purse. She is normally very composed no matter what type of circumstances it is but particularly today, she looked so jittery that it made me feel slightly uneasy. I panicked as I looked over my clothes and planned out the day before to make sure I looked acceptable for my first meeting with my new family members. It had been quite a lengthy amount of time since I have seen my aunt and I felt eager yet anxious. Knowing the fact I will be able to see my aunt very soon made my heart beat quickened, but I was quite apprehensive about meeting my new family members, not knowing what to expect. During the car ride to the restaurant, I felt exceptionally restless. Once the restaurant came into my view, my dad pulled his car up to the driveway of the entrance to park. As we piled together right outside the entrance of the door, I peered at the big, gold, glass doors that seem to encase the whole doorway. All of the sudden, uncertainty poured out of me as I watched other guests just pull open the glass doors and enter. Instead of excitement, I felt hesitant about meeting my new family members. I wondered, “What if they don’t like me? What if we just don’t get along? What should I talk about to not make it awkward between us? Will I be alienated?” I doubted my ability to communicate my words and feelings to them in a straightforward manner. However, I was not able to ponder long enough as my dad pushed opened the glass doors and ushered us in. Compared to the dim-lighted night outside, rays of light beamed upon us as we walked into the restaurant. Sweat compiled in my clutched hands as the table my aunt and her family remained seated. As I came to a halt in front of their table, I stood upright, ready to greet all my elders before me as I was taught, but as my eyes scanned around the table, I was shocked at who I saw. Around the table were a mixture of colors. I felt my eyes lit up with astonishment and my mouth slightly dropped. My eyes carefully glanced at my cousin and three step-cousins, who were African-Americans, around the table as they were chattering happily. My blood-related cousin, Shannon, and my African-American step-cousins, Jewell, Jade, and Joey, gave me a quick hi before resuming their conversation. My uncle wasn’t anything I expected him to be as well. He was big, bulky, bald, and charcoal brown. Before settling down on my seat, I began to notice the many differences between my family and theirs. My African-American uncle stood up to greet us as all the voices at the table gradually came to pause. His amazing, loud voice boomed through the restaurant, “Hey! Nice to meet you! I’m Paul!” I was shocked at his opened greeting, but my parents were more than shock, they were stunned by Uncle Paul’s boisterous welcome. I was actually quite scared at the fact that my uncle and step-cousins
I have not seen her since twelve years ago and wondered how much has changed since she had left us. “Sharon, hurry up and get in the car! Your aunt and her family is waiting for us at the restaurant already.” It was five o clock in the evening when my mom rushed me as she piled her necessities in her purse. She is normally very composed no matter what type of circumstances it is but particularly today, she looked so jittery that it made me feel slightly uneasy. I panicked as I looked over my clothes and planned out the day before to make sure I looked acceptable for my first meeting with my new family members. It had been quite a lengthy amount of time since I have seen my aunt and I felt eager yet anxious. Knowing the fact I will be able to see my aunt very soon made my heart beat quickened, but I was quite apprehensive about meeting my new family members, not knowing what to expect. During the car ride to the restaurant, I felt exceptionally restless. Once the restaurant came into my view, my dad pulled his car up to the driveway of the entrance to park. As we piled together right outside the entrance of the door, I peered at the big, gold, glass doors that seem to encase the whole doorway. All of the sudden, uncertainty poured out of me as I watched other guests just pull open the glass doors and enter. Instead of excitement, I felt hesitant about meeting my new family members. I wondered, “What if they don’t like me? What if we just don’t get along? What should I talk about to not make it awkward between us? Will I be alienated?” I doubted my ability to communicate my words and feelings to them in a straightforward manner. However, I was not able to ponder long enough as my dad pushed opened the glass doors and ushered us in. Compared to the dim-lighted night outside, rays of light beamed upon us as we walked into the restaurant. Sweat compiled in my clutched hands as the table my aunt and her family remained seated. As I came to a halt in front of their table, I stood upright, ready to greet all my elders before me as I was taught, but as my eyes scanned around the table, I was shocked at who I saw. Around the table were a mixture of colors. I felt my eyes lit up with astonishment and my mouth slightly dropped. My eyes carefully glanced at my cousin and three step-cousins, who were African-Americans, around the table as they were chattering happily. My blood-related cousin, Shannon, and my African-American step-cousins, Jewell, Jade, and Joey, gave me a quick hi before resuming their conversation. My uncle wasn’t anything I expected him to be as well. He was big, bulky, bald, and charcoal brown. Before settling down on my seat, I began to notice the many differences between my family and theirs. My African-American uncle stood up to greet us as all the voices at the table gradually came to pause. His amazing, loud voice boomed through the restaurant, “Hey! Nice to meet you! I’m Paul!” I was shocked at his opened greeting, but my parents were more than shock, they were stunned by Uncle Paul’s boisterous welcome. I was actually quite scared at the fact that my uncle and step-cousins