Wow! Wow, wow! arriving in England was a shock, it was cold. I had to wear many clothes, and these big boots and woolly socks. The lady they called my mother, she brought me all these silly warm clothes. I hated England, I hated her, I hated the cold! She made me change into all these clothes before stepping outside the airport. This just added to my sadness. I wanted to wear the clothes my father bought me; but I knew that this lady was not someone I could play with. I found this out quickly because as I stepped off the plane I saw the little boy that I came on the fligh with and as children do, I ran towards him to say goodbye; After all so far he was my only Friend.
Well that didn’t go well, I was given a smack across the head from the lady they called my mother. She shouted at me and said “you love too much boys”. I didn’t understand, but I knew I would not let her see me cry. I won’t, I will not, the stubborn character was back. Although I was embarassed I waved to my only friend and went off with the lady they called my mother.
I remember, that, I didn’t want to hold her hand, I didn’t like her at all. She scared me and I wanted my father back. 😭
We drove from the airport in silence, though I cannot recall how we reached home, whether it was by car or train. I remember the ice on the ground and the crunching sound under my feet, as I walked. I almost slipped but I steadied myself because I didn’t want the lady they called my mother to see. It was a long walk to the apartment and my fingers felt funny. They were now hurting so I put them in my pocket. That didn’t help though, and my feet were cold too. When I breathed out smoke came out my mouth and nose. It was strange, i recall everywhere was white. I was walking on ice, I recalled thinking why are we walking on ice. Where was the grass? I also remember as cold as it was the world looked beautiful. My face must have shown some expression as i looked around. The lady they called my mother said. “This is what we call S.n.o.w”. I did not reply.
We arrived at her apartment and she put the keys in the door. When I looked inside children of different ages lined the stairs as if they were aware of my arrival. I couldn’t smile especially as my ears were still stinging from the smack. Then she spoke, the lady they called my mother. She said “this is my daughter, “she is so bad” . Well, this comment made be sad yet another reason not to like her. I remembered my father clearly and how he only ever showed me love, but sadly he was gone. The lady they called my mother took me inside her apartment. It was like a prison, gone was the field I played in with my siblings, gone was my grandmas burnt chocolate drink, the chickens in the yard, the sunshine, everything that was dear to me, my little heart was breaking. For me this was the loneliest place in the world for a child of six years and five month old. I recall I cried silently, because I didn’t want the lady they called my mother to see, and I fell asleep. Tomorrow tomorrow, I love you tomorrow you are always a day away …..maybe tomorrow would be better in England hey!
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