Personal Narrative: A Defining Moment Of Freedom

Getting off the plane, I felt like an adult for a moment. This defining moment of freedom and solitude made me realize I could go anywhere and do anything. When I arrived in my country, Uzbekistan, for my sister’s wedding, reconnecting to my past became more meaningful. Nostalgic memories were transitioning into new memories: climbing trees, picking fruits and playing jumpsies with my friends, until it got dark and I had to go home. Although, these moments still define my childhood, everything was different. My country was becoming urbanized and the first thing I noticed when I arrived was there were hardly any trees symbolizing change. I didn 't see many kids playing outside or hear the yelling man on his bicycle selling ice cream. My …show more content…
It was mostly sunny outside and the electricity would go off at 9 every night when my favorite TV show came on. As time went by, the day finally arrived for my sister’s wedding. The amount of stress my sister experienced throughout the days leading up to her wedding made me feel empathetic towards her. She even argued with my mom on the day of her wedding. This made me speculate about what the future will hold when it is my time to get married. After the wedding, it was a relaxing week of shopping and visiting my relatives. Afterwards my mom, my brother and I headed out to the …show more content…
Our flight was delayed when we got to Moscow and we had to wait for 4 hours. It was 4 hours of torture as so many thoughts went through my head. Will he let us pass? Will I be able to make it on time for school? Finally, it was time to get in line to board the plane heading to America. As we got closer to the gate agent, I felt more nervous. I swallowed as I waited for him to check our documents. First, he checked mine and nodded, and then he checked my mother’s and nodded, finally, he looked at my brother and said “his passport.” My mom explained what had happened to him in Russian and he said he can’t let my brother board the plane, without his passport and if we had told him earlier regarding this problem, he could have helped us. Then we were told to leave the line and wait until everyone had boarded the plane, so we could head back to my country. My mom was devastated at that moment as was I. My brother had no idea what was happening. All he said was “mom let’s go on the plane, come on mom everyone is boarding.” The next thing I know my mom started crying. I have seen her cry a few times before, but I never get used to it. Seeing my mom cry, made me want to cry also. I tried to stop but the tears kept falling and I wished ill upon the gate agent for making my mother