Bitter Sweet

My journey to America I woke up to the sound of a singing rooster, My grandmother came into the room "oh now you’re awake" I've made breakfast she said in Creole. I got excited and ran in to the kitchen, but before I had reached the kitchen, a smell hit me, I already knew what it was. My senses already got my mind imagining what my grandma had made.The smell of coffee was delightful for us in Haiti cause its our every morning medicine, Then I smelled the fried egg and sausage my mind went wild cause my taste buds can already taste it.My typical day consist of breakfast early in the morning, taking a shower, going outside to play, go back in for dinner taking up to 2 hours the max to finish all my dinner. You see I was the type to not want to eat my appetite was the opposite of a cows. So in order to finish all my dinner I ate very slow And took my time at that. Which would always cause a big fuss around the house cause my mother would get mad and my grandmother would take my side and sat there with me until I had ate everything on that plate. You see around that time I was eleven, which would cause my mom to call me a big baby.Which really didn't bother me that she would say that.but back to my typical day, after eating I would go back outside and play some more with my cousins. I remember one of those day me and one of my favorite cousin was sitting down on the ground between his house and my house it, we watch as the sun went down and as the stars and moon replaced it. I saw a plane going about his place in the sky, I usually saw planes from afar but this one was closer then the ones I ever saw before. And I turned to my left towards my cousin I told him I wish that I was in one of those. One day I Pray to god that I get the chance to get in one and see the other side of the world. My world to me was Haiti, I never seen another side or been to another part of Haiti but where I was born which was the capital of