I Love Memorial Day

In the midst of a dream, I met a witty individual with short fingers and twinkling brown eyes of a cat, her lips were curled up in a smirk and her mind was clear as the sky. Clutching in her hand, was a grand cream paper recognizing her achievements as a graduate from the University of Texas at Austin. Her choice of major was International Relations, an awkward choice for a timid mouse that loved history but hated speaking in front of a crowd; yet for a strange reason was favored for the opportunity to progress the world.
Year will pass in my dream, and that little mouse will have determined glint and the title of a Foreign Service Officer. She will travel to Peru next year, to help fundraise a campaign to endorse more public school reforms,
To tell them how we miss their smiles, and how we miss their cries and joys over anything. Memorial Day, is a day were we as a Nation come together hand by hand and say we miss you, it’s a day were we go to little Kevin or Maria and tell them how brave their parents were and it’s a day were we tell amazing, hilarious and embarrassing stories of those who once lived. Memorial Day is a day were we remembered those who died as hero’s and is one of the main reason why I what to become a foreign Service Officer because I too what to serve my country to say thank you to those who gave me the chance to
My childhood will be forever full of memories of my dad struggling to beat dawn, in order to gain more hours of hard labor in the harsh Texan sun or the Serbian air of winter, in order to feed a family of six. My memories will also show my loving mom scavenging for extra money, while trying to help her four children with unknown subjects like math, reading and most importantly - the English language. But more importantly my memories will have those gleeful moment of knowing that my future is not set because of my background, for America is the land of opportunities and I was given the greatest give of a