Has it alway been hard? 2/2
anonymous
March 12 2009, 05:26:56 UTC
“I remember did I ever thank you for that?” I asked, wiping my tears away he started to slow down. “Yes, you have. Every time you come by you always do.” I looked at the sky, it seemed cloudy, dark, but not dark enough for rain. “When are you leaving?” he broke our silence. “On Saturday, my classes start two weeks from now…I promised Al, I’d be back too.” He came to a full stop and only nodded. “I know. It still hurts though, everyone leaving. All of them going to Alfred, not all of them ever come back. They’re kids forget what it means to be a from this land, always say they’re proud of their parents nationality but always saying they’re American.” He let out a sigh, “Though, sometimes it’s good I suppose, they get what they can’t find here; money, love, education, all those things.” “That’s not true! We all love this land, it’s our home. We will always remember you, our father, our guardian, our home. I’ll be back I promise.” I reached out to grab him, but he jumped out of the swing. “When? The first time you came back 3 years after, the second 2 years later, now, after practically 8 years? You’re parents are never here, your grandparents are staying over there too, it’s just you and you’re siblings.”I stood up, it was true, it’s actually a miracle I came here. “I don’t know when, but I will be back. I don’t know when, but I will be. I promise that, I promise. Te quiero. Te amo!” I covered my face with my hands, tears leaking out. Has it always been so hard? “I know, I know. Te quiero también. Cuídate por favor, regresar pronto.” He held me close, like he always did when I cried, when we all cried. -- The plane took off, my sister cried, waving at the window, hoping my aunt would see, my brother clutched my older brother, fearing the ride back to America. My brother send me a look, was he crying? “We’ll be back.” He said, trying to get my little brother off his arm. I only nodded, glancing at the window as the plane went higher and higher and my sister cried harder. “I know, but does it always get harder?” I asked, my sister turned to me and cried on my shirt. Later she would sleep and pretend it would never happen, like letting go would never be hard. Maybe I should do that too. Tears leaked down my face. “Has it always been easy?” my brother asked, patting my crying little brother.
-- Because of family issues and money issues anon hasn’t returned to her homeland in two years since her last visit. Hope this was good for all of you. My Spanish is rusty since almost everyone speaks English here.
“Yes, you have. Every time you come by you always do.” I looked at the sky, it seemed cloudy, dark, but not dark enough for rain. “When are you leaving?” he broke our silence.
“On Saturday, my classes start two weeks from now…I promised Al, I’d be back too.” He came to a full stop and only nodded.
“I know. It still hurts though, everyone leaving. All of them going to Alfred, not all of them ever come back. They’re kids forget what it means to be a from this land, always say they’re proud of their parents nationality but always saying they’re American.” He let out a sigh, “Though, sometimes it’s good I suppose, they get what they can’t find here; money, love, education, all those things.”
“That’s not true! We all love this land, it’s our home. We will always remember you, our father, our guardian, our home. I’ll be back I promise.” I reached out to grab him, but he jumped out of the swing.
“When? The first time you came back 3 years after, the second 2 years later, now, after practically 8 years? You’re parents are never here, your grandparents are staying over there too, it’s just you and you’re siblings.”I stood up, it was true, it’s actually a miracle I came here.
“I don’t know when, but I will be back. I don’t know when, but I will be. I promise that, I promise. Te quiero. Te amo!” I covered my face with my hands, tears leaking out.
Has it always been so hard?
“I know, I know. Te quiero también. Cuídate por favor, regresar pronto.” He held me close, like he always did when I cried, when we all cried.
--
The plane took off, my sister cried, waving at the window, hoping my aunt would see, my brother clutched my older brother, fearing the ride back to America. My brother send me a look, was he crying?
“We’ll be back.” He said, trying to get my little brother off his arm. I only nodded, glancing at the window as the plane went higher and higher and my sister cried harder.
“I know, but does it always get harder?” I asked, my sister turned to me and cried on my shirt. Later she would sleep and pretend it would never happen, like letting go would never be hard. Maybe I should do that too. Tears leaked down my face.
“Has it always been easy?” my brother asked, patting my crying little brother.
--
Because of family issues and money issues anon hasn’t returned to her homeland in two years since her last visit. Hope this was good for all of you. My Spanish is rusty since almost everyone speaks English here.
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