Would they understand the new me that wants to make a change.
Would they understand that I wanted to succeed in my life and goals.
A year ago I was dealing with traveling in a different country than what I grew up in.
People expected so much and I just couldn’t live up to the expectations.
It got to be so hard that I spent a lot of time in my room wondering dreaming of a life.
I wasn’t sure if I could succeed in whatever might come my way.
I used to dream about having my own place and just enjoying myself.
Having people over and just living life just as it would be.
I would feel awkward when people asked about my son.
What could I say… I hope so.
You might wonder why I have been so quiet and reserved about him.
Because he is innocently brought into this world.
I can’t remember a lot of things. What my heart and mind allow I am thankful for each memory.
Snuggling up to me after school…. that is what I remember the most.
Patting my head in that special way to say I love you mom.
I am trying to find my confidence that I lost a long the way.
When asked about my American accent with an Ethiopian body… I just respond that my accent got lost along the way of the Atlantic Ocean during my travels abroad.
As I ponder the thought of turning another year older I wonder about those days.
Walking around the Seahurst Beach and wading my feet into the cold water.
One of the few moments I have on video is my son reliving those same memories.
Only my dad was trying to keep him from the water and get too wet on a fall day.