Prom's Journey (2): Hello to host family, goodby to parents
7 Sep 2017 | 167 View
Chapter 2 – The Host Family and the Goodbye
It was the 14th of April when we arrived at a little old house. I was quite shocked at first when I saw two middle-sized dogs run towards me and jump on me to lick my face. At that time, I did not really like dogs so the experience was rather scary, but, fortunately, the dogs were called away.
That was the first time I saw my host family. There they were, John and Kathleen.
John was the husband and Kathleen was the wife. They were really nice from the first time I saw them. When we arrived, it was already late. Uncle John – that is what I call him – showed us just a little bit of the house and let us go to sleep. That night was full of anxiety, but my parents were calm, which made me felt secure once again.
After a really short night, I woke up from the sunlight through the windows. I then got out of bed and headed out of my room. Just when I opened the door, the dogs ran to me again. However, this time they led me to the door. I looked outside and that was when I saw the road with green trees surrounding it. As a kid who has always lived in the city, I was impressed by the natural scene.
Not long after that, I heard my mom calling me to what I assumed was the kitchen. I saw my parents and Uncle John having their breakfast. I then joined them and let Uncle John tell us all about Augusta, Georgia – the city we were in. I could not understand him that well but one thing I learned from him was that Augusta is a golf city.
During the first week, Uncle John drove us around town. The town itself was not that bad, but because I was not familiar with it, I was a little uncomfortable with the new surroundings. Still, we had a lot of fun learning new things from both Uncle John and Aunt Kathleen. I sensed, however, that my mom was more and more depressed as the days passed by.
May 16th, 2014 will be remembered as one of the most miserable days of my life. That’s when my mom and my dad had to go back to Thailand. I woke up at 4.00 am to say good-bye to them. I told myself I would be OK but knew deep down that it would be so hard to live alone. I tried my best to not shed a tear as I watched my parents get in the car, knowing that I would not see them for a long while.
For hours, I sat behind my window thinking and hoping that my parents would have a safe flight and returned to my bed to sleep, hoping for a better day tomorrow.