It is 4:00 am July 3, 2009 I groan as my mother’s tender voice calls out “Teneshi yene mar (Get up my honey)” struggling I open my eyes to the sunlight tapping against my window panes. My mother calls my name once more “Mar, Mar honey” I hear a jangling as she impatiently wrestles with the door knob. At last she forces her way in, balancing a pile of folded clothes in one hand, with a look of concern clouding her face “Why aren’t you ready yet?” How could I have forgotten, today is the day, I scamper and stumble out of bed only to find our house, unfamiliar packed with feelings of emptiness. The house is still and there are multiple bags stacked in one corner. Twenty three hours later, 3:00 am of July 4, 2009 we enter a new continent, home, and life in the United States.
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At that moment as we pass through the chaotic and rushed gates my sole focus was on the search for my father. I had not seen my father in two years, but on July 4, 2009 as my eyes gaze at the hordes of heads in front there he was standing there carrying vibrant red roses and a great big smile. We rushed over to him and locked our arms to his waist, (better transition) as we made our way out of Washington Dulles International Airport I felt a sense of completion that was soon to be shattered. We passed by the alluring city of Washington DC that is filled with modest and historical buildings and as we arrived into our new brownstone apartment complex we were welcomed by the warm and humble scaled neighborhood of Takoma Park. Quickly after the honeymoon phase of our transition reality started to take course, it was August, time for school. “Michael Tadesse” my teacher calls out and my Heart, heavy with anxiety, sinks to my feet, although I was filled with excitement and enthusiasm I cloud not shake my fear
At that moment as we pass through the chaotic and rushed gates my sole focus was on the search for my father. I had not seen my father in two years, but on July 4, 2009 as my eyes gaze at the hordes of heads in front there he was standing there carrying vibrant red roses and a great big smile. We rushed over to him and locked our arms to his waist, (better transition) as we made our way out of Washington Dulles International Airport I felt a sense of completion that was soon to be shattered. We passed by the alluring city of Washington DC that is filled with modest and historical buildings and as we arrived into our new brownstone apartment complex we were welcomed by the warm and humble scaled neighborhood of Takoma Park. Quickly after the honeymoon phase of our transition reality started to take course, it was August, time for school. “Michael Tadesse” my teacher calls out and my Heart, heavy with anxiety, sinks to my feet, although I was filled with excitement and enthusiasm I cloud not shake my fear