Bye bye Poland By:Justyna

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       Tears were rushing down my face. “Mom PLEASE let me stay here! I don’t want to go to the U.S.A! Let me stay here with grandma! PLEASE!! I told my mother in a enraged voice. “Yes we do have to go. Please calm down. You cannot stay with your grandma.” My mother answered me. I was at the airport with my mom and brother and some of my family. We were waiting for our plane, my mom and brother and I were leaving Poland to go to the U.S.A.I was 8 years old then. I was very unhappy but also excited about going on this adventure. I couldn’t help wondering how the U.S.A would look like. I saw many busy and rushed people running from here to there. I remember the airport smelled like fast food and coffee, probably from all the restaurants.             The whole thing started in June 2006. I finished 1st grade and my mom told me that we were leaving Poland to go to the U.S.A, when my mom told me that I really didn’t know what to do I felt so aghast, very giddy, and very apoplectic. My face turned pale white. My mom told me that we are going to leave in early September. I told her that I wanted to go to 2nd, 3rd, 4th etc. in the school I have been going to for 2 years now, that I didn’t want to leave my friends or my family, but she still said we need to go.            Now it was early September I was at the airport. “Mom, do we really need to go? Why can’t we stay here?” I asked my mom as I sat down on the black chair and took my coat off. “Yes we do have to go.” She answered in a calm but strict voice. My brother and I started running to the kids store laughing and talking. We ran upstairs and downstairs in a huge rush. After we checked about 4 stores I got very tired and just sat down by my mom and grandma when I heard something that made my heart stop……. OUR PLANE GOT CALLED!!              I felt so sad inside I tried to be happy on the outside but I just couldn’t. I didn’t want to leave Poland I was born there and spent my 8 years there. My mom said “Goodbye” to my family as I slowly put my red sweatshirt on laggardly, while I was thinking of so many things, my eyes stayed glued to the plain white ceiling. I said “Bye” to everybody and my mom, brother, and I started walking sluggishly, slower and slower we finally reached the window where you give your tickets in. I looked back at my family probably for the last time and I tried to smile, but I couldn’t. I looked at my ticket carefully and tardily handed it to the tall, blond lady at the window.     “Only a few more hours.” I told myself. I was sitting down in the cushy airplane chair I felt very uneasy. “We are almost there. I am so excited.” My mother told me in a fortunate voice. The airplane had 3 rows of seats, the middle row had 3 seats, the row on the right had 2 seats by the window, the left row was the same as the right. Each seat was embellished with a pillow, a mini television in the back of each set for the person in the back, and one soft blanket. I felt unwell, so I covered myself with the thick, blue blanket and waited for the food to arrive. ”What is that?” I asked my mom while I opened the fish and vegetables and looked at it carefully, inspecting every detail of the white fish.I put my head down on the cream colored pillow on the chair. I closed my eyes and when I opened then again we have arrived in Oregon! I was so glad and excited.           I was so weary when I arrived. My dad was waiting for my mother, brother and I at the airport. He drove as home, it took us 3 hours to get to our new house. I ran straight upstairs to my new room. I could feel my heart racing because of my excitement. My new room had a window, a desk which included a computer, the walls were painted dark blue and yellow. The room had a enjoyable smell of strawberries and apples. My new house was amazing.   I don’t think I will ever forget that day. The day when I left Poland: my home, friends, and most of my family. That was also the day when I saw the U.S.A for the first time in my life, that day was also the day when I saw my new house. That day was my favorite day ever the day is filled with memories that I will probably remember my whole life.

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- By Fayel I loved your

- By Fayel

I loved your writing piece of memoir. It really catched my attention with all the descriptive details and examples. I have a related story like that too! Obviously, who wouldn't feel your pain with all your work in this memoir piece. Thank you for sharing this!