On the way to the JFK airport, no one talked. I assumed that everyone was feeling what I was …show more content…
We watch him leave through the revolving door. Gone before I got a good look.
As an artsy child, it was hard for me to also excel in sports. I spent most of my time indoors, drawing and painting. I joined several activities to help me overcome not only my anxiety but also to challenge myself. I began to participate in clubs such as debate, Korean club, environmental club, and art club. Not only that I started to do sports such as cross country and track because my dad had also done it when he was younger. If I wasn’t going to be with my dad, I was going to do activities he enjoyed.
The night he left I felt empty. That night, I couldn’t fall asleep. I looked through the window thinking of my dad, flying over the Atlantic ocean.
From that point on, running cross country felt different. At first, I was forced by my dad who wanted a son who he imagined. But after he left, cross country became more than a task. The more I ran, the less I worried and had things going through my head. My friends supported me when I was at my lowest (most vulnerable) by helping me to push myself and running along my side. They helped take the burden off my