Coming to The United States made me excited. Bags packed, clothes bought, I was more than delighted. I Couldn’t wait any longer for the land I had dreamed of. Closing my eyes made me think only about the downtown. lights on buildings that inspired me and made me dream big, everything that makes me want to wake up in the city that never sleeps. There’s something in the New York air that makes sleep worthless. I couldn’t wait to leave the house of my parents that I’ve been living in for the past 17 years! However, after I landed, it wasn’t what it seemed. I thought I could blame it on the surroundings, but then I realized it wasn’t the surroundings. how can I blame this beautiful state I’ve been dreaming about? The place that gives me rights and where everyone is loved? I realized I was in love with the city and with the people I’ve never met.
It was me. I was wrong that I would be happy leaving my parents house. I was wrong that I would not miss my cambustay siblings and the home I’ve been living in. I thought I would feel less dependent and more independent but did I actually feel that way? I Guess not. I didn’t realize that all my parents wanted was talking to them without being afraid of them punishing me. That I don’t feel like I am alone or I don’t have a friend . They wanted me to feel safe inside the tiny nest they built with so much hard work, sweat, tears, ups and downs but all they show us are the happiness and joy and that they are always there even when everyone else leaves. There can be practically no words that can explain to them how much they mean to me, that no one can “ever” replace them. That there are no regrets I will ever have for being their child. Sometimes while we are busy growing up, we forget that our parents are also growing older.
The magical thing about home is that even if we leave that place for a good reason, it always feels better to return to the safe place where there is no one that will ever judge you for being you.
My Dad has dreams of me being the perfect daughter and of him being the best dad. Mom had dreams of us not having any communication barriers where I wouldn’t be afraid of talking to mom about crazy things like I do with my friends. While I was too busy pushing her away, little did I know she was just trying to be the person I never had or would never have if she didn’t exist. Now all of their dreams are my dreams, now that their wish came true all I ever dream for is that someday I will make them proud, after all I am just a girl with dreams.