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on July 22nd, 2016, I experienced a flood of events in my life for the first time. This was the first
time I had left my family, had boarded a plane, and traveled a great distance. I was nervous at
first and redundant, I even cried a little for I was going to a different country, among different
people. People who don’t understand my language, people who have a different culture than
mine, a different way of living than what I’m used to. I walked around unsteadily all day like a
lost baby, far away from its pack. Surrounded by unfamiliar territory and uncomfortable weather,
I tried to search for any signs of similarities with my previous country. I roamed around from
place to place and moved along with the day, wanting to just get away and go back home.
This was my first day in the United States of America. Somehow, I was also happy and saw a
skyscraper, then two, then hundreds of them! I was in New York! I couldn’t believe it, I was here!
The sky looked so beautiful. I had never seen a sunset like that before in my entire life, a rainbow