Imagine being stranded in an island- without a comfortable and cozy bed to sleep in. While the rain soaks you up, your stomach growls, crying out for food. What’s the first thought that comes to your mind? Is it your grandma’s unique cooking or the warm hugs from your love ones? Well this special trip that I went on brought many dying memories back to life! After being away from my hometown, Colombia, for almost eight years, I went back to visit my family for Christmas vacation. I cried of joy when I saw my dad after countless years; I also felt like I didn’t belong at times; most importantly, I learned to enjoy the little things life gives us.
To begin, my family and I moved from Colombia to America in April 26, 2001 after my dad received a variety of kidnap threats. In fact, at the age of 9, I received a call from an intimidating man warning me to tell my dad that if he didn’t leave the country, he would be killed. My parents decided to move to United States. However, after one year of being in the nation, my parents got divorced and my dad returned to Colombia. After being away from my dad for about 6 years, my greatest motivation was to run towards my dad to hug him and never let go again. I remember that as soon as I got off the plane, I noticed that even the air smelled different. With anxiety, I searched for familiar faces. Although I was eager to see my loved ones again, I wasn’t sure what my feelings were. Since I left at the age of nine, it was like I never really got to know my family very well. As soon as I got out of the airport, around twenty people were blowing whistles, throwing confetti and rooting for my sister and me. I honestly felt like a Hollywood star! We all cried and hugged each other for an eternity and finally finished the night by celebrating together.
The next day, I heard the sound of people screaming “newspaper, guacamole, and mangos!!!” Annoyed, I woke up desiring for these merchants to shut their mouths. That was the fist time that I felt like running back to the peace and quietness of America. As I sat on my bed, I began to feel like maybe I didn’t really belong there anymore. How was I going to survive three weeks in another country if I couldn’t stand my first morning there?! Finally, I decided to enjoy my day and attempted to admire the amazing valley in front of me!
My most memorable activities were the ones I spent with my family, especially with my dad. We went to enormous ranches that had pools, caverns and animals. We went shopping, and we also watched movies together while drinking a hot cup of chocolate! Although being in Colombia was very different from America, I learned to never lose my joy. People there, no matter how much money they have, know how to have fun. I saw kids bowling in the street with beer bottles. I saw my neighbors going to the corner store to chat with others. Their excuse was that they needed sugar for coffee. To conclude, going back to Colombia after almost eight years, awakened many emotions within me. However, it was an unforgettable dream that came true. After being patient for what seemed an eternity, I had the chance to reunite with my dad, my family and to be in my land that gave me birth!
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