It was the second week of preschool but I was still the new kid. My mom had picked out my clothes and while I was getting dressed I struggled to hold in the tears. The whole car ride over to the Presidio, all I could think about was my great-grandmother, who I had left behind. One after the other, tears ran down my face and it was impossible to control them. My mother turned to me and said,
“It’s going to be okay, not all new things are bad,”
In Portuguese of course, because I knew absolutely nothing in English. Not only had I moved from my beloved Brazil, where everyday was warm and sunny, but I had to move to a country where I couldn’t even speak the language. I felt like an outcast.
When I arrived, I couldn’t see a thing; the fog shrouded …show more content…
We are going to have so much fun together, don’t you worry. I will be here for you,” she said.
My mom looked at me and sighed with relief. Then she hugged me, fixed my crooked pony tails, and she left. I felt as if she was abandoning me and that I was saying goodbye to everything I once knew because it was all about to change. My vision was blurred by the tears that filled my eyes, as I slowly walked in. Some kids welcomed me with a warm smile, while others were whispering to each other. The rest of the day dragged on and I felt as if it would never end, but eventually at 6 pm I was set free.
The following months were dreadful, I still hadn't spoken to anyone but Maria. My English vocabulary consisted of,
“Hi, Bye, and Yes.” and that would be on a good day, when I would have the courage to speak. During nap time, there was a group of us that were separated from the others into another room. I would always sneak in a book and attempt to read; it was so frustrating not being able to understand it and so I would give up. I would constantly complain to my mother about the move and she would …show more content…
With her considerably large hand, she began to speak to me and steer me towards the arts and crafts corner. She showed me all the different activities and then I went over to the sand station, where I was introduced to Lenora. She was a short and portly, girl about my age. She was somewhat like me, we were both super shy, yet we found a way to communicate. I went to the arts and crafts corner everyday that week to play with Lenora. I stepped out of my comfort zone that day and it’s been 13 years of an amazing friendship, since that week. I could not imagine life without
“It’s going to be okay, not all new things are bad,”
In Portuguese of course, because I knew absolutely nothing in English. Not only had I moved from my beloved Brazil, where everyday was warm and sunny, but I had to move to a country where I couldn’t even speak the language. I felt like an outcast.
When I arrived, I couldn’t see a thing; the fog shrouded …show more content…
We are going to have so much fun together, don’t you worry. I will be here for you,” she said.
My mom looked at me and sighed with relief. Then she hugged me, fixed my crooked pony tails, and she left. I felt as if she was abandoning me and that I was saying goodbye to everything I once knew because it was all about to change. My vision was blurred by the tears that filled my eyes, as I slowly walked in. Some kids welcomed me with a warm smile, while others were whispering to each other. The rest of the day dragged on and I felt as if it would never end, but eventually at 6 pm I was set free.
The following months were dreadful, I still hadn't spoken to anyone but Maria. My English vocabulary consisted of,
“Hi, Bye, and Yes.” and that would be on a good day, when I would have the courage to speak. During nap time, there was a group of us that were separated from the others into another room. I would always sneak in a book and attempt to read; it was so frustrating not being able to understand it and so I would give up. I would constantly complain to my mother about the move and she would …show more content…
With her considerably large hand, she began to speak to me and steer me towards the arts and crafts corner. She showed me all the different activities and then I went over to the sand station, where I was introduced to Lenora. She was a short and portly, girl about my age. She was somewhat like me, we were both super shy, yet we found a way to communicate. I went to the arts and crafts corner everyday that week to play with Lenora. I stepped out of my comfort zone that day and it’s been 13 years of an amazing friendship, since that week. I could not imagine life without