The Decision that Changed My Life
I remember the day like it was yesterday. I was currently enrolled at South Lake High as a student and it was the end of sophomore year. I didn’t even want sophomore year to be over because it felt like senior year was closer than ever and we would be out of High School in no time and then time for college. Tenth grade was a blast, being with your friends and doing all the fun activities at school was great. Then it was summer time.
That summer my family and I planned to go to Trinidad for a three week vacation. My family was stoked but I wasn’t, I never really like Trinidad. All of us were already packed before the week of our flight. Two days before our flight me and my brother was home alone while out parents went to work. My brother came and woke me up and told me that my grandfather got a heart attack. My heart began to beat fast, I was shocked, I wasn’t expecting to hear this. Both my mom and dad came home as fast as they could and we were all shaken. I looked at my dad and look at the sadness is his eyes and I could feel his pain. I don’t know what I would do if I lost one of my parents. Our flight was moved up to the next day and we were on our way to Trinidad for the funeral. I was scared because no one close to me has ever died and I never been to a funeral.
The funeral went well and it was time for us to come back to Florida. When we came back all I heard was my mom and dad talking about moving here to help out my grandmother. Once I heard that I started to cry. I hated Trinidad. It wasn’t some place I wanted to live. I lived in the United States for fifteen years and I felt that moving to Trinidad was a bad decision. A month later it didn’t matter what I said, the decision was made that my family and I were moving to Trinidad. The day I was moving I cried so much. I felt like I was leaving my home and I could never ever come back. Living here is nothing compared to what I was used to in Florida, everything...