Mar 20, 2005 17:08
He had just gotten off the plane. He had never been on one before. He left his country that morning and flown over the ocean, watching the tops of clouds like whitecaps spanning the Atlantic. Then when night came, and he approached the States, he could see the little city lights. He had never seen so many lights! It felt like looking down on stars.
He felt a little shaky as he walked down the concourse. Signs were written in several different languages, but his was not one of them. He had a single, tattered bag slung over his shoulder with everything he'd ever owned inside. He wore the only clothes he had, and they had been given to him the day before he left. Finally he found his way to the common area where he would meet his new family. He looked around, wondering what he was looking for. He thought he would be nervous, but he was shaking with anticipated delight. Then he saw her. The little white girl was probably 7 or 8 years old and wore a bright pink dress that clashed with her carrot-red hair. Grinning from ear to ear, she held a huge sign over her head with a phrase on it that he recognized, one written in his own language, in bright blue letters. The words said "welcome friend."