The fist night in the US

After a long journey, I finally arrived at the place that would later become my second home.

When I walked out of the airport and saw him waiting for me, many of my worries began to fade away.

We got into the car and drove to the apartment where he lived.

As we traveled through the city, I looked out the car window.

Everything was different.

The roads were wide.

The trees were everywhere.

The houses were low and neatly arranged beneath the evening lights.

I tried to take in every detail and remember everything I saw.

I tried to take in every detail and remember everything I saw.

When we arrived, I was truly surprised.

The apartment was much nicer than I had imagined.

There was a swimming pool.

There were beautifully maintained gardens and trees.

The surroundings looked like something I had only seen in movies.

I remember standing on the balcony for a long time, quietly looking around.

Everything felt new.

Everything felt unfamiliar.

But what surprised me most was the silence.

There were no motorbikes.

No street vendors.

No street vendors.

None of the familiar sounds I had grown up with in Vietnam.

That night, I could not sleep.

I lay in bed, but my thoughts were still in Vietnam.

I missed my father.

I missed my mother.

I missed my small family home.

I missed our family meals.

missed the familiar roads and places that had been part of my life for so many years.

I wondered if my parents were sleeping.

I wondered if they were thinking about me.

I wondered if they were worried about me.

Those thoughts kept returning, and tears quietly rolled down my face.

It was the first time I truly realized how far away I was from home.

Far away from the people I loved most.

Far away from the place where I had spent almost my entire life.

But beside me was the man who had brought me here.

He gently comforted me.

He told me that everything would be okay.

He told me that one day this place would feel like home.

I did not know what the future would bring.

But in that moment, I knew that I no longer had to walk through life alone.

And that is how I spent my first night in America.