Mom…Mom
Why are you leaving me?
I can’t go back to america without you.
I can’t no I really can’t
You raised me for 13 teen years
And yet you expect me to be okay with you leaving
Well your wrong
Your leaving me with 4 of my siblings
Where not even that grown to be without you.
Mom can’t we be a normal family and stay together as a family.
While my heart having little panic attacks
About being alone
As I was pulled away from my mother screaming and otta air yelling at my Dad
Please mom
I knew there was no chance of me
Staying with mom
So I stayed quiet for my normal self
Off to jordon we went
Two plain flite and i couldn’t eat nothing.
Off we landed
our cousins meet up with us
We stayed for a week and 3 days
And I was always in tears when we head to bed
My cousin told me early in the morning
That I was a very shy person
In my soul I just wanted to break down into tears and explain
That my walls are breaking down
“You should have fun now”
She said
The next morning we left to the U.S
I was happy because I missed my
Friends and my older sister but i still wanted to be with mom.
……….
I am now 17 years old
And yet I have not seen my
Mother nor my Father
4 years later
And I still am not
Living under the same roof as my mother
4 years and I can’t see my mother face to face
4 years and I had to be an independent
Going to school meetings without
Parents school staff ask why
I run out of words
I explain my beautiful grades to the brick wall.
11th grade I was in a huge ceremony with 3 different schools I won a scholarship
My name was all up in the crowd
But my parents who always told me
To fight for success are not her
I was all shake when they asked my parents to stand up in the crowd
People where looking around
But yet no one.
They asked where are they
I replied in a whole different country across the world.
I knew there were questions flying threw their head but a random guy stood in the audience and clapped then everyone did
I felt very happy
I forgot you were not home
I wanted to tell you but I remembered
I am now a 17 year old girl
Who is fighting for her education
An independent
I am actually thankful
I am thankful for my parents
Teaching me at a young age to be responsible
To be independent of myself
Even though I wish they were here
To see me graduate
I wish them the best and thank them the most.
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Dear Khlood, I am amused by your post “The life I lived” because it is an interesting story. I also thought it was very original. You did a good job.