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Throughout my 18 hour flight I kept thinking; how does he look now? Does he look older? Maybe he has grey hair now or has he become fatter? Does he still like the same music? Does he still eat our food? I wonder if his twin girls look like me! Will he like me when sees me now? So many questions… It’s been 18 years since I last saw him, I was 8 years old and he came to my father’s funeral, then he never visited again, now I’m 24 years old and I’m trembling with excitement. My heart is beating so hard it’s coming out of my chest; I’m sweaty and nervous, doubting if he will recognize me? Will he run to hug me?! Oh, I’m sure he will! I’m sure he will cry too! I am sure he is thrilled to see me as well, God I can’t wait to get off the airplane, it’s finally happening !! I have never been to the United States, I actually have never been on airplane before but I just crossed 10, 576 km and I can’t go back; I was thinking to myself! Oh I’m so nervous I’m shivering. I finally saw him, all the anticipation and fear faded away when I ran across the arrival whole to hug him. I left my bags and my I ran so fast to hug him with my heart , I cried and I finally got back the feeling in my senses. He recognized me as well, hugged me and said welcome smiling. He never cried though, not even a tear! Oh my imagination. On the way home , I apologized for not bringing enough Baklava -or that’s what I thought- He smiled and told me he does not eat sweets anymore We drove back to Birmingham, Alabama –Where he lives- for 2 hours, I slept through the whole ride, he woke me up when we got there laughing. I asked him: Why are you laughing? He said: When you were a kid, I used to take you on drives so you would fall asleep and I bring you home to mom all ready for bed. When he introduced me to his friends, he used to introduce me as his baby sister; they would laugh and tell him: She’s not a baby anymore! He laughs and says: She’s 13 years younger than me so she will always be my baby sister. As we talked more and went on long drives and listened to music, I came to realize he does not like the same music anymore. Everything about him has changed; his food preferences, his ideas, and his connection to our family and his sense of humor! But I wondered, did I even know him? I used to think we had so many things in common before I came here or that’s what my mother used to say, but the only 2 thing we had in common was they we looked and laughed. It was hard for me to comprehend the new brother, I found on this new discovered land and it was not easy for him to adjust to the fact that I was not a little girl anymore. We started arguing about so many things and we had our conflicts, but after every fight, he brought me ice cream and cookies to make me feel better thinking I was a 5 year old girl. Although he never cried when I first arrived, but he cried when he drove me back to the airport! He played the Nixon’s song; Sister and we both cried together, just like a big brother and a baby sister!