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Essay / Personal Narrative Essay: My First Trip Home
I saw them waving and crying and I started crying too. I ran to hug them and say goodbye one more time. Seeing their faces again, I didn't want to leave, but slowly walked away, constantly looking back and forth and waving until I was forced to board the plane. I sat by the window next to my sister. My parents and brother were sitting in the middle seats. The plane took off as we fastened our seat belts and began to fly higher and higher into the sky. As I took out my mp3 player to listen to music, something inside me told me not to. It was a bright afternoon as I took one last look at the distant land beneath me and wondered how this trip had been such an enriching experience for me, how it had changed the way I thought about the way of life of others and how I should do it. be grateful for what I have. The land slowly disappeared into the misty clouds as I began the long plane ride home after an unforgettable journey.