On March 2006, I met my father when I was seven years old. When I was one, my father immigrated to America because we were experiencing financial instability and for the enhancement of our future. My father wanted to improve my future by providing me the opportunity to gain a vigorous education. I was raised, in India, by my mother. The moment my mother told me that we were going to America because we got our American citizenship, my heart jumped from excitement. Yet, my emotions didn't heighten until I saw my father.
After my mother told me the news, I ran to my bedroom and opened the closet. I started selecting outfits for the night I was going to meet him. I was eager to see him because I only saw him in pictures before. That night, I couldn't sleep because my brain wouldn't cease my thoughts about my father and the whole new nation I was going to inhabit in. As I laid in my warm bed, my brain shut off steadily. I fell asleep and was drowning in enthusiasm as I began noticing these images of the airport. I envisioned that night and saw my father in my dream.
Next morning, my mother and I visited my uncle and other relatives. We had a final lunch together since my mother and I were moving to America. We went shopping to purchase him …show more content…
We waved goodbye to our relatives and friends. I was holding my mother's hand tightly as we walked into the airport. I glimpsed at the strangers as I walked across the airport. My anxiety began increasing and my stomach felt uncomfortable. Despite feeling anxious about meeting my father, I felt excited to move. When we arrived in America, I saw my father with my aunt and her family. He hugged us immediately and I saw tears dripping down my mother's face. However, I could not express my emotions because I was shocked that we actually met him. We walked outside of the airport and sat in my father's car and he drove us to our sweet town,