When I was nine years old I moved all the way from Honduras to a small town called Visalia. All that was in 2010, now I live on Gibson street. My mom loves it here and I’m just over here wanting to move back. Don’t get me wrong, I love seeing my mom happy because since she got divorced she has been miserable. Visalia has given here something else to think about. I just don’t like moving to new places because I’m leaving all my friends and I’m just not comfortable with new places. I never bring it up because for one it’s a lot of packing and two I don’t want my mom to be sad and struggle to find a new job. Like she did here. Today was just like any other day, but it had a twist. I was riding my bike home after another boring day of school and I was right in front of my house, when I heard voices. I said to myself, “That’s weird,” because the only people that live in my house are my mom and I. So I creeped up to the door and put my ear up to the door to hear better, “Dad?” I questioned. My dad is saying how he wants to take me back to Honduras, but my mom keeps on saying no. At that moment my dad left and I walked in with a full head of steam and my mom and I were going back and forth about letting me go with my dad. But arguing with my mom is like trying to lasso the moon and I couldn’t win so I stormed out in anger and hopped on my bike and left.
…show more content…
My curiosity took over and I turned around to go see what was going on. When I got there it was a garden. I decided to walk in and see what was happening in the garden. There was already several people in the garden. So if I joined I wouldn’t feel out of place, and joining the garden is exactly what I
My curiosity took over and I turned around to go see what was going on. When I got there it was a garden. I decided to walk in and see what was happening in the garden. There was already several people in the garden. So if I joined I wouldn’t feel out of place, and joining the garden is exactly what I