The First sight

I will never forget the first sight I had when I look down from the window of the airplane, ever since I left the land that I used to call home. From high above the air, the only thing I could see in the city, was a night sky that matched with the one I was flying in, but shining with bigger and brighter stars, they were spread every where, millions of them, just like the dusts on the floor. There was no line that separates the earth and the sky, just like two spaces melted into one. I felt like flying in the fourth dimension, no sense of up and down, if weren’t for the gravity, I might think I was flying up side down. The view was so amazing, even without getting to know this “big apple”, I could already feel New York was one of the most flourishing cities in the world. There must be millions of homes down there, but where was mine?               When the plane landed, I suddenly had a strange feeling, my hands were cold and wet, my throat was hot and dry, and my heart was beating hard. Oh… I know what kind of feeling it is, it’s a combination of fear and curious, happy and worry, exiting and panic. What so strange about it was those emotions don’t usually come together, it’s like a recipe with all kind of tastes mix together; Sweet, salty, sour and spicy, one was the opposite of another, but oddly, they come with one attaching another. I started asking myself questions like a 6-year-old girl at her first day of school. In a few minutes, I would be outside of this airport, what would my dad look like? I hadn’t seen him for 4 years. What my house is like? Would it be like those that I saw on the TV show? How do I communicate with other people? I don’t know any English. Would I ever make friends in here? With tons of questions in my head, I couldn’t make out one answer; it made me frighten of what was coming, but even more anxious to find out.               My dad met my mom and I in just outside of the airport, I was surprised he didn’t changed much, he even has a light redness on his cheek that I had never since on him, except when he was mad. I guessed what I heard was true, people do live better in here, and that was why people call it the mountain of gold (It used to be the metaphor for L.A. only, but now, it described the whole united states). After hugs and kisses, my dad told me to put our baggage into the trunk of the car. “Boy! We have a car?!” I asked with my eyes wide open, then dad pointed me to the most beautiful and luxury thing I had ever seen, a black Darge convertible. Not that I had never seen a car before, the traffics in the city where I came from was so horrible, it made u hate cars. But this one was different, just having the idea of owning a car makes me want to show off to everyone I had never known. I stared at it with my mouth drop down to my feet for almost half a minute, and then we pack up our bags and drove down to the road. Sitting inside the car, watching every thing flashed in front of my eyes and disappeared out side of the window, I felt like I was the richest girl in the world.             We added a little more speed by the time we drove up to the high way, and my dad was telling us how happy he was to see us. “We are going home, honey” my mom said it as if she had been to the house before, and I understand why, because she was so proud of his husband and so proud of what we have. Even though we didn’t own the nicest car, or the biggest house, but we made it here; they had the dream of living a better place, and the dream came true after years of hard working and money sacrificing, why shouldn’t they be proud? Why shouldn’t my mom feel the belongingness of our home before she even gets there? And that was the first time I felt I was really lucky to have them as my parents.             The night was still dark; the stars were still shinning up upon the sky. I rolled down the window and smelled the air; instead, I smelled my thoughts and feelings. I felt nervous coming out from my head, I’ve arrived in Now York only less than half an hour, but it seem like half month already. I know all the surprises, all the emotions I had tonight, were just the beginning. A lot more were sitting on the road to my future, like bombs waiting for me to step on. Even until now, I still feel that way, but whenever I look back, think of the first sight I had, when I look down from the airplane window, I tell myself, someday, I am going to live in a house with a bright light on the top, and if by any chance, there is a girl like me looking out the window from the airplane, and dreaming of the fourth dimension, I’ll make sure she doesn’t miss the star that shines on top of my roof.