The Sadness Of The Flight Essay

805 Words Oct 6th, 2015 4 Pages
I could see the sadness in his eyes. I knew I hadn’t made our goodbye any easier; my cries and screams to let me stay home with my grandpa could be heard through what seemed the entire airport. For a glimpse of a moment I thought I had finally gotten to them. My mom stopped tugging my pink, baggy sweatshirt and I was free with nobody to hold me back. I ran back to hug my grandpa, but my dad’s voice interrupted me, saying we’re going to miss the flight. “Good,” I had though, I did not want to board that plane at all. Flying in an airplane was a foreign experience, one I had no desire to explore. I just wanted to stay home, where all my toys, friends, and most importantly, my family had been. It was one of the hardest moments in my life eventually releasing my grandpa from our hug and leaving him behind at that airport. He was home to me and I did not want to let go.
Growing up in Bulgaria, my parents always talked about going to America. The way they spoke about it with hope and desire to live there some day made me curious about the country. I knew how bad my parents wanted to live there some day and I wanted to see them happy. I remember as a child, while playing outside, I found a dandelion and made my parents ' wish mine as I blew the soft, floating petals away. I never expected that wish to come true and I never thought that it would lead to some of the hardest goodbyes of my life. Initially, our big move was exciting to me.. My dad had been working in Greece to make…

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