Kadejah Robertson
Comp 100
2/27/20
On November 19, 2010, I awoke with a smile at six in the morning, put on my favorite polka dot
shirt; I could not wait to arrive in New York City. Waking my mother up, I yelled, “It’s time! It’s
time!” I was the first person dressed and sitting in the living room.
My family members and close friends came to see us before I left, joking about the accents that I
would pick up and our favorite memories. The room smelled like my aunt’s fried chicken and
fried rice, so much pepper and garlic that even the man down the block could smell the food. At
