I was not born in the United States. When my mother told me that I was going to come here and be with my family I was super excited. I have gone six months without seeing them and it was truly killing me from the inside out. So, when it came to the day that I was leaving I intentionally forget about the people I was going to leave behind. For example the aunt that I was staying with and cousins. Well anyway. I was just focused on getting to the United States. I was ready to feel be with my siblings. So the day I left I put on my prettiest dress, packed my bags and potentially. When my cab came to pick me up and take me to the airport it really hit me. I was really leaving. For a moment there I felt kind of empty. I looked over to my aunt and I could see that I shattered her heart. I was like her second kid and now I was leaving her. All these emotions hit me like a rock. And the waterworks just came rushing down. I eventually ended up flooding the house with my tears. After an hour of hugs and kisses and goodbyes and be goods I was on my way. I got on the plain and everything was just so foreign to me. I somehow felt out of place. The plane took off. I thought the trip was going to be short but i played myself. When I set foot into SFO Airport I wanted to cry with joy. I was finally going to be reunited with my family and it felt so good. It felt good because I was no longer the forgotten child I once was. I saw my siblings and my stepfather at the end of the airport waiting for me, so I ran. I ran into the arms of my family. We went home and helped me get situated, it was the best feeling ever.