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It was another scorching day in the Philippines, the month of February was no exception. The rays of sun came down as though they were melting the rubber off my inexpensive flip flops, so flat they were almost as thin and flimsy as paper. This however hindered not myself or my four other cousins whose flip flops looked eerily similar, we continued to play baseball like any other day using silly materials like a stick of bamboo, serving as a bat and a crumpled ball of tinfoil covered by strands of tattered rubber bands. Much of our days were like this, spending every moment seeking different ways to play outside in order to amuse ourselves. A man came that month to talk to my aunt who served as my mother the past 6 years. The man introduced …show more content…

The 14-hour flight felt short maybe due to the excitement or the fear of feeling alone, but as soon as I opened my eyes we had arrived. I saw my mother immediately as she came to give me a hug, she was with a man who I had not yet met, he familiarized himself with me stating himself as my mother's boyfriend Neil. Carlo left with his wife soon after and Neil drove us to my new home. We stopped over for food at an In-N-Out, my first attempt at eating at an American fast food restaurant. Hearing and seeing the faces in that restaurant sent a startling shock to my spine, sweat slowly accumulating inside the palms of my hands. We approached the lady behind the register as she asked for what we wanted to order. Her voice seemed almost unnatural to me, her hair looked seemingly blond, and her eyes were blue, features I had not before seen. When the food arrived the portions of the burger were unlike the size of those in the Philippines, strangely this to me this made the world felt as though it was larger as I compared it to the fast food I enjoyed daily back home. When we finally arrived at the house I had noticed it was already past twelve which was odd as I left the Philippines around a similar time. I was not yet tired and my mother did not want to leave me alone to sleep by myself so she set up a bed for us in the living room. It was when we laid down that a greater realization struck me as to why my aunt was crying. My aunt and cousins were gone. I do not

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