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It was an emotional yet distant memory. Tears began to drip down my grandpa’s weary face as he firmly held my hands. He looked into my confused eyes and said something, but his voice was clouded by the hustling noises of the airport. My aunts comforted him as he reluctantly let go of me, and I followed toward the gate. With every couple of steps, I would glance back at grandpa’s gloomy and wrinkled face as his image faded into the hectic crowd.

When I was only five years old, my parents left me to pursue an education in the . My grandparents gladly welcomed me to live with them for the next four years to come, taking care of me as if I were their second son. I loved them very much; they provided me with a blissful and memorable childhood in my parent’s absence. When grandpa informed me that I would finally be able to reunite with mom and dad, I did not know how to react. After all, I was only ten years old. Warren, my dad’s dearest friend, would accompany me on the plane ride.

My jaw dropped when I first saw the size of the plane. I curiously went up to the window as I examined its enormous wings and gargantuan body. The interior was equally astonishing, designed with two floors and countless rows. carefully buckled me in after we found our seats. He smiled at me and made a gesture with his hands, simulating us blasting off. I held onto a card of simple English words like “bathroom” and “water” my cousins made me as the fourteen hour flight began. I sat anxiously in my window seat as the plane began its approach toward the blue sky. The rumbling sound beneath my feet increased endlessly as the plane lifted off, and everything down below faded into an image of the blurry flat earth.

After the movies and dinner, the sky began to grow dim as the plane quieted down. Almost everyone around me seemed to have fallen asleep. I felt alone. Then it hit me. A myriad of questions rushed into my head. Will grandpa and grandma be ok? When is the next time I will be able to see them again? What’s like? How will I learn English? Feebly searching for answers, I began to shed tears, and my whimpering soon became a loud cry. Then, I felt ’s arms around me; his expression was comforting, as if he understood what I was feeling. With my eyes closed, I slipped further into the seat as I tried to flush those questions out of my head.

The next thing I could recall was Warren and I walking into the greeter’s hall at the airport. I caught my mom running towards us with the corner of my eye while my dad followed closely behind. She lifted me into the air and gave me a big hug while Warren and my dad talked. After saying good bye to , my parents and I proceeded to the parking lot. The car ride to our apartment was awkward at first; my parents’ appearances were so different from what I had remembered. I felt as if two strangers were bombarding me with questions about the plane ride. However, their familiar voices allowed me recall some of my early memories with them, like the first lullaby and the first birthday song we sang together.

It was the first day of elementary school here in the that made me realize how blessed I was. My parents took one of the biggest risks of their time in order to provide me with this opportunity, and I made a promise that day to value it to the fullest.