Saturday, March 27, 2004Standing on the driveway of the blue house, I could see north and south of Etiwanda St. The houses were beautiful and the street was tranquil. The weather was colder than it was in my hometown. I could not have expected the weather to be the same, as I was now standing thousands of miles away from home. I wondered what was happening in my hometown. I wondered how long it’d take for me to get used to my new home, my first home in America. I suppose I should have been happy because for the first time in six years, my home now included both of my parents. Instead, I was sad because my grandmother, other relatives, and friends had stayed behind. It’s been fifteen years since that day, March 27, 1989. I’ve lived in America 3/5 of my life. You know the story, right? Posted by at 6:54 pm [Permalink]
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