My Family is Forever

On 18th December 2001 my family lived in India on the last day, which is within hours of trying to board a flight that will change our family's life forever. I remember a lot of details at home, a small kitchen, a floor that makes crackles, an excessively noisy washing machine, a light blue living room, and my favorite hills around me. I miss my bicycle and I am running over the mountain with my friends. When we were at the airport, I remembered that all my family stood outside and shook the goodbye until the last goodbye The 4 - year - old child is still 17 hours away from the new life. When we first came here, I did not know the English word, but I started school in a couple of weeks, but I did not think anything would happen. I stayed in a small apartment in Fairview Garden, about 20 minutes from Cleveland. My mother began her new work at the Cleveland Clinic hospital and still work there 14 years later.

We felt invincible, we believed we would stay forever and we moved to town house together. I have not talked to my family in a meaningful way for months. I think I am about to start a new family, but when I quit my job away from my family, everything has changed. I have a pulmonary infection that can make me sleep in bed for several months. I cough from Christmas until Easter. Then I finally felt real loneliness in the winter of the real Midwest. I have nothing in common with most people around me. Most of the things we shared were zip codes, I left uneasy.