During the party I felt really happy, everything was more than I hoped for even if my father wasn't there. All my friends really liked my party and, I felt very proud because all my family, especially my mom, wanted it to be the best night of my life and, it was. That was one of the best nights of my life. I loved sharing my fifteenth birthday with the people who really love me. Definitely the only things that we have are the memories and this one is a really good memory for my life.
Thursday, March 26, 2015
My Fifteen Years!
When I was a child I always dreamed about my quinceanera. I wanted everything that a girl hopes for her big party- my beautiful dress, my ring, my crown, and of course to dance the waltz with my father. When I was fourteen all my family started organizing my party. Everybody wanted a different kind of party for me, but what I wanted was to have my photo album, dance with my brother and father, have dinner with my friends, family and, spend the night with my father.... but he never came. I waited for him all night, calling him but he never answered my calls. Until now I do not know the reason why he did not come to my party. Anyway my family made me feel like the most special woman in the world but, nobody knew what I was feeling inside with the absence of my father. However I tried to enjoy the night and my mother especially made this party a spectacular birthday.
At midnight the mariachis arrived. That was a nice surprise. All the guests enjoyed the music they were playing. There was another surprise when the mariachis left the party. My mother and my brother prepared a special speech about my life with photos and videos when I was a child and while I was growing up. Everybody was excited. Of course I cried when I saw and heard all the beautiful things that they were saying and showing about me.
During the party I felt really happy, everything was more than I hoped for even if my father wasn't there. All my friends really liked my party and, I felt very proud because all my family, especially my mom, wanted it to be the best night of my life and, it was. That was one of the best nights of my life. I loved sharing my fifteenth birthday with the people who really love me. Definitely the only things that we have are the memories and this one is a really good memory for my life.
During the party I felt really happy, everything was more than I hoped for even if my father wasn't there. All my friends really liked my party and, I felt very proud because all my family, especially my mom, wanted it to be the best night of my life and, it was. That was one of the best nights of my life. I loved sharing my fifteenth birthday with the people who really love me. Definitely the only things that we have are the memories and this one is a really good memory for my life.
Leaving My Country And My Brother
mother, my brother and I had been waiting for a long time to have a better life here. When the papers arrived to our home from the emigration, we read that my brother could not come with us because he was already 21. The only thing that we knew was that we could not live without him. We had been living together all our lives. In that moment the happiness we were feeling disappeared in a second.
MY BROTHER |
My brother could not believe it, he always had dreamed of studying here and to be a professional designer. However his girlfriend was the only happy person because they could be together. They had been hoping for two years for a baby and my mother said: "this is the moment, they need a baby". My mother realized it would be best for my brother to stay but, she was desperate. She could not imagine what was going to happen to him without us.
Days before we left the surprise came "my brother's girlfriend was pregnant". That was the best surprise that we could have. My mom was very happy because finally my brother was not going to be alone so he could wait for my mother to start the procedure to bring him and his family.
When finally the day came that my mother and I had to leave him and our beautiful country, it was the saddest day of our lives. I felt in my heart the emotion to come here. When we arrived at the airport it was the hardest part. to Say good bye to him and my little niece who was only two months old. We cried and cried until the last moment. We really did not want to leave them.
In the moment we arrived to The United States, we were excited seeing all the different people from others countries and, all the languages that they were speaking.
Ours lives changed a 100%. I have been studying for 4 years and working very hard. This country gave me my happiness, my little son and, I'm very thankful with god for that. My mom has been working two jobs at day. We have been doing this to give my brother all that he and his family needs. My mom brought her husband from Colombia and, he is helping her a lot. We are waiting for my brother and his family to be all together like we were in Colombia. Since we came here, we have been traveling each year to see my brother and his family, so the wait can be less harsh.
MY LITTLE NIECE |
When finally the day came that my mother and I had to leave him and our beautiful country, it was the saddest day of our lives. I felt in my heart the emotion to come here. When we arrived at the airport it was the hardest part. to Say good bye to him and my little niece who was only two months old. We cried and cried until the last moment. We really did not want to leave them.
MY MOTHER- MY BROTHER AND I |
JHON F KENNEDY AIRPORT |
Ours lives changed a 100%. I have been studying for 4 years and working very hard. This country gave me my happiness, my little son and, I'm very thankful with god for that. My mom has been working two jobs at day. We have been doing this to give my brother all that he and his family needs. My mom brought her husband from Colombia and, he is helping her a lot. We are waiting for my brother and his family to be all together like we were in Colombia. Since we came here, we have been traveling each year to see my brother and his family, so the wait can be less harsh.
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