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Frosilda Pushani

Denomme

AP English Language and Composition

29 February 2016

I wake up to the radiant sun, gleaming its beams of hope and a new day. My legs are in

pain: tingling, numb; the navy blue bed, rather, old couch I sleep on is getting cramped. My

parents are already awake and greet me with an anxious smile. Mama makes breakfast, a

delicacy, my favorite: bread, feta cheese, and roma tomatoes. Meanwhile, Baba shaves his

porcupine face. We finish packing our grey suitcases and take the grey bus filled with grey

people to my and house, leaving the couch and everything else behind.

As my parents and I walk through my grandparents white, rotting door, my

eyes slam shut and continuously leak salt water. I fear that he is going to drown, so I hug him

tight. I hug him not only to comfort him, but to selfishly comfort myself. I am leaving my family,

my friends, and my behind to start a new life. I am leaving my best friend, the one

person who has taught me to wipe myself and to bathe myself and to eat by myself. I am leaving

my everything behind. But it is okay. I am starting a new life in a new place with new people. We

give our final kisses on both cheeks leaving imprints that will last all eternity. We say our

goodbyes.

My parents and I arrive at Athens International Airport, go through the long processing

lines, head to our designated terminal by the mens bathroom and the compact caf, and await

our bird. The brown-haired stewardess in the blue blazer and blue pencil skirt announces that our

flight has arrived. As I hand her my ticket, I give her a look that begs her to stop us. We dont
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stop. I sit in seat H12 right in between Mama and Baba. We put our seatbelts on, locking in our

decision. We hold each others sweaty hands and prepare for take off.

At 21:56 we arrive at this new place.

, says baba.

I smile, forcing myself to reply with, I happy to am be home.

As I get off the plane and enter the new airport with stewardesses wearing red, white, and

blue, I am hit with a strong breeze of life, liberty, happiness. This isnt so bad, I think. My

parents and I retrieve our not-so-grey luggage and reunite with my and my . They

take us back to their home where we will stay for a while. My sets up a small navy blue

couch Ill be sleeping on with a cool, fluffy, feather pillow, white polka-dot sheets, and my

cousins Tweety Bird blanket, the same one packed somewhere in my suitcase. It feels like I

never left home.

At 00:00, Mama approaches the couch by my side and says,

Now I am seven? I ask with a jubilant smile.

Yes, now you are seven, Silda, she replies warmly.

Its late at night and everyone but my family is sleeping. Were experiencing jetlag, but I think

its something bigger. I think were all happy. We stay awake until the sun gleams its beams of

hope and a new day.