Personal Narrative: Coming To America

1243 Words5 Pages
COMING TO AMERICA We were sitting in my grandmother’s kitchen around the African traditional fireplace just chatting and laughing when my sister’s phone started ringing and suddenly the room became quiet. Everybody turned their attention to her as she picked the phone and said hallo. She looked at me and whispered, “Its mom” pointing at the phone, then went on speaking to her. ‘My mom had gone to the city due to a phone call she received the night before from the embassy saying, she needed to go pick up some documents showing whether we would come here or not’. They went on talking for about one minute which to me seemed like an hour then without a warning my sister dropped her phone and started screaming happily. Everybody in the room was…show more content…
After what seemed like forever, we got there two hours earlier my brother still joking about my dream. We stood outside the entrance with family friends saying our last goodbyes and every time a plane flew over as, my stomach dropped, after two hours of emotional goodbyes, we checked in our luggage and started heading to the plane. In my country, only a few buildings have the moving stare cases and the airport is one of them, so this was the first time my brother was using it since he was young, one by one we got on it and started going up, my brother , who was the last one, could not time the stares as they came and when he thought he did, he jumped on it and almost fall, my mother rushed to hold his hand meanwhile I was laughing so hard , I could not breath finally, I got my…show more content…
In the plane after a couple of hours, the flight attendants brought us food first I ordered pizza which I had seen in movies, I took my first bite and I could not get it right, all this sticky stuff “cheese” hanging from my mouth I pulled it as far as I could and at last I just pulled it with my hand and to avoid shaming myself even more, that was the first and the last bite I took. I went back to watching my movies and the next thing I remember is the flight attendant waking us up to put on our safety belts for
Open Document