Waking Up in Russia I just woke up in my Grandparents flat, I went to go check on my mom and say good morning to her, but she wasn’t there. I checked the kitchen, the bathroom, and my grandparents room, but she wasn’t there. Tears starting cascading down my face, and my mouth opened to shout, “Where’s Mama? Where’s Mama?”. After a while of my loud crying my Baba (grandma) came out of the kitchen and told me she left for the airport a few hours ago. I hate crepes. In Russia everyday you either have crepes or beef wrapped in crepes for Breakfast. And today the menu was (of course) crepes. Deda (my grandpa) was sitting on the right of me reading the newspaper, Baba sweating over the oven making what seemed like an endless pile of crepes. It was just us three in a room no bigger than that of a guest bathroom sitting and enjoying crepes (somewhat).
It has been three months ever since Mama left me to stay with my grandparents. And I had Russian down, to the point that I felt comfortable with going to the park and going to preschool. It was after pre-school was out …show more content…
I couldn't help but smile as I waited in line at the Moscow airport to board our flight back to Texas. My mom was standing next to explaining in russian all of the things that happened with my half brothers and sisters while I was gone for nine months. She talked about how she finished Medical School and how clean the house is gonna be. But honestly I was just excited for being back home. I couldn’t answer any of the questions the U.S. customs officer asked me as I stared up at his desk surrounded by a glass fortress. He would ask me a question in english and I would respond in russian by saying, “What did you say?”
This cycle continued on for about a minute until he decided to just give questioning a four year old kid that didn't understand english. Finally, I was back in
It has been three months ever since Mama left me to stay with my grandparents. And I had Russian down, to the point that I felt comfortable with going to the park and going to preschool. It was after pre-school was out …show more content…
I couldn't help but smile as I waited in line at the Moscow airport to board our flight back to Texas. My mom was standing next to explaining in russian all of the things that happened with my half brothers and sisters while I was gone for nine months. She talked about how she finished Medical School and how clean the house is gonna be. But honestly I was just excited for being back home. I couldn’t answer any of the questions the U.S. customs officer asked me as I stared up at his desk surrounded by a glass fortress. He would ask me a question in english and I would respond in russian by saying, “What did you say?”
This cycle continued on for about a minute until he decided to just give questioning a four year old kid that didn't understand english. Finally, I was back in