Will We Meet Again

Reads: 159  | Likes: 1  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: November 30, 2017

A A A | A A A

Submitted: November 30, 2017

A A A

A A A


It was around sunset when we arrived at the airport. My little sister, Dorothy, my mom, Suzzie, and my grandmother, Alice. It was cold outside, and my plane was leaving around 12:00 midnight. I was traveling all the way from Ghana to America, and I had to go on the flight alone without my mother, sister, nor grandmother. I was going to miss them, for I won't see them until I've grown as an adult. It was hard for me to leave her, my sister. She was just three years old. She was my only sister and sibling in this world, and I wasn't going to see her until she's up to my age. But that would take a long time, and I'm not a waiter. I had to go inside to get my pass because I was going alone without an adult. When I came outside she, Dorothy, was asleep and I didn't want to wake her. She wasn't the only person I was leaving behind; I was leaving all my classmates since Kinder behind. I wanted to do one more thing before I left, so I told my mom that I want to call my former third-grade teacher, Mrs. Gifty Mensah, and so I did. I wish I had called her earlier and had visited her because she told me that night that she just had a baby girl the week before. I was happy but sad not to see her, Mrs. Mensah before I left. I hugged my Mom and Grandmother for a long time, and a man came for me along with two other kids just about like me. I knew that moment I left was the last time I ever saw my mom or talked to her. They took us on the flight around 11:30 pm, I had to sit next to Anabelle and Michael that was their name, the kids that came in with me. It was a long but an excellent ride from Ghana to the U.S. When I got here, I met my dad waiting for me. He came to America when I was three months old, from what I've heard. He divorced my mom two years after Dorothy was born. As we were going home, I was already missing my mom and wish I could restart time to the night before. After staying there for about three weeks, I started school at an elementary school. A year later, I was in middle school, and I had no friends. My dad was always trying to tell about making friends. I made no friends because the kids there were different from my former friends. They also spoke Spanish which I never understood. In seventh grade, I had my first friend, Victoria Palacios. She always realized how I felt and was a little bit like my former friends. She became my best friend, and we both loved art.Sometimes, I just wish I could speak to my mom, sister, and grandmother again, but it will never happen until I grow up as an adult and go back to Ghana. All I wish is that my parents get back together, my mother, sister, and grandmother come here, and we live happily as one big family again just as it was six years ago.


© Copyright 2019 MyNoVeLia. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments: