First Time Coming Home

by Shyanne Sampson (United States of America)

A leap into the unknown Jamaica

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The first thing I recall was the excitement in the air and my grandmothers plaintains seeping through my bedroom door and no light coming from the window. My grandma walks in the room with some bush tea and a smile on her face. She says “ Good morning Shy.” Then hands me my cup “Now go get showered we have to get to the airport on time.” I then leap out of the bed gulped my room temperature tea down and toss my outfit on the bed and hop in.