Who Is Being Assayed?
Of course traveling for over 24 hours is exhausting, but it is my mind that is the undeniably fatigued. Maybe if I go to sleep when I wake up this will all be a dream. My eyes are fluttering with exhaustion, but the anxiety that I am feeling is keeping me awake. Our flight being delayed was only prolonging the inevitable, and giving a me more time to think and worry. I’m the type of person that wants to get things over with, like ripping off a bandage.
My mom and I are going back to New Zealand after visiting our family and friends in Michigan and Louisiana. It was an enjoyable trip, but finding out what I did and knowing what I was going to face loomed over me like a dark cloud. I have known for a long time that my family was different …show more content…
My mom and I have a plan. We would go back to New Zealand, and over the course of the next few months pack up all of our belongings and organize them. He could not find out though. If he did the consequences would be dire, or possibly …show more content…
She has always been beautiful, but new lines of worry are forming on her face rapidly and everyday she looks thinner and thinner. She has always coped that way. Whenever a stressful situation occurred, she would not eat. My coping mechanism? Denial. Blocking something out of my head is the only way I know how to deal with things. Only the situation until it is resolved, can I be emotionally invested.
The plane is approaching, and soon we will be landing in New Plymouth, New Zealand. Only now do I take notice of all the other people on the plane. What have they been through? Would they guess what I have been through? All of these faces, I wonder what their stories are. They would never guess what mine is.
As the airplane is slowly making its descent towards the ground, I can see the familiar scenery of what has been my home for the last two years. New Zealand is truly spectacular; I will miss it here when I leave. Although being an immigrant is difficult, under different family circumstances I probably could have been happy here. Looking out of the window I can see, the clear blue ocean and the snow-capped Mount
My mom and I are going back to New Zealand after visiting our family and friends in Michigan and Louisiana. It was an enjoyable trip, but finding out what I did and knowing what I was going to face loomed over me like a dark cloud. I have known for a long time that my family was different …show more content…
My mom and I have a plan. We would go back to New Zealand, and over the course of the next few months pack up all of our belongings and organize them. He could not find out though. If he did the consequences would be dire, or possibly …show more content…
She has always been beautiful, but new lines of worry are forming on her face rapidly and everyday she looks thinner and thinner. She has always coped that way. Whenever a stressful situation occurred, she would not eat. My coping mechanism? Denial. Blocking something out of my head is the only way I know how to deal with things. Only the situation until it is resolved, can I be emotionally invested.
The plane is approaching, and soon we will be landing in New Plymouth, New Zealand. Only now do I take notice of all the other people on the plane. What have they been through? Would they guess what I have been through? All of these faces, I wonder what their stories are. They would never guess what mine is.
As the airplane is slowly making its descent towards the ground, I can see the familiar scenery of what has been my home for the last two years. New Zealand is truly spectacular; I will miss it here when I leave. Although being an immigrant is difficult, under different family circumstances I probably could have been happy here. Looking out of the window I can see, the clear blue ocean and the snow-capped Mount