Tuesday, May 21, 2019

The Baggage I Left Behind

People a great deal become attached to the kind of life they be used to living. The memoir shows people how moving transport would mean heartache for others. This memoir was written to remind every maven that the people we meet in our lives contribute to whom we argon today.The life-changing experiences include in this memoir digest been grafted from the life of an extraordinary individual, who has given life a trice chance. Although location formerly became a hindrance, the author was fitting to show the readers that it was neer too late to devise up and correct the mistakes in the past.The memoir follows a journal style, wherein thoughts have been compound according to how they were perceived. Chapters were omitted on purpose to give the readers a light feeling when browsing through the text. Real pictures were also incorporated in the memoir to give the readers an idea of how the author lived. This also exhibits a more personal call down from the author to the readers. The contents of memoir are based from the experiences of the author sometime in her early life. These were included to show the readers that all people are born equal. Each have the right to love, hurt, and accept the things that are happening around us.The Baggage I Left BehindI have ceaselessly believed that my life was extraordinary. I did things that usual teenagers my age would do and socializing with other people was never a problem for me either. I had friends in school, and in the neighborhood, who contributed to the wonderful memories I had in my youth.I lived my life the way I wanted to. I was barren to do the things that I wanted and I had friends who always came to my aid. Academics were never a problem for me, for I always had the drive to work hard and someday excel in my chosen field. Things were falling into place, until my arrive bust the in the buffs to us.When I was in junior year, my develop told us about his decision to move to the get together States. T he news was heartbreaking, for this meant that I would not be seeing my father for a long time. I essay to keep my emotions intact, but my father explained to us that it was for the best.He also said that he may be able to provide more for our needs if he earned more money. Although we were not in favor of this decision, we allowed our father to leave. Soon, he was on his flight to the United States.The emotional dilemma started when my father was starting to settle in the United States. I was closer to my father than my brother was. I was lonely most of the time because my father has always been a big piece of my life.We did things together and this was the first time that we were separated. My father called every once in a while, but this was not enough to make me feel that he was safe. After all, he was seven thousand miles away from me.The time came when my father became preoccupied with work. He started to miss calls, until he never called us at all. We were all worried becaus e my father an illness. We did not issue how he was, and what he was doing. My suffer and I would have sleepless nights thinking of how my father was, and gave numerous prayers to guarantee his safety.Finally, we received news from one of his friends saying that my father was alright. He was just busy with work, so that he may be able to earn much money for us. The friend also said that my father wanted us to know that after my high school graduation, the rest of the family was also leaving the touch OF COUNTRY to join him in the United States.I was left in awe upon hearing the news. I had mixed emotions that I could not suppress inside my body. I did not know what to feel and how to react with this drastic change in our lives. At the same time, I was excited because it has been months since I last saw my father, but I was also gloomy.I have lived in NAME OF COUNTRY all my life, and moving to a new environment would be tricky from my end. I had to learn to adapt a new culture a nd reach out and meet new friends. I had mixed emotions towards this new endeavor. The hardest part for me was to accept the fact that my blissful life in NAME OF COUNTRY was about to end.

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