My Favorite Picture
My Favorite Picture The picture that I am writing about probably the only picture that is my favorite with all my close cousins together, has more meaning than it seems. At first, it appears to be nothing more than a happy get-together party of all young adults, from the ages of eighteen to twenty four. In the background one can see a swimming pool. My cousins who are kneeling on the bottom row are Priyanka (who is affectionately known as Giraffe because she is the tallest girl in our family) and Nafisa. The ones on the top row are from left to right Bob, Rhidoy, Sifat, and Mushfiq. I am at the far right side. One can tell by the expressions on some of their faces, especially Bob, that they weren't quite ready for the picture to be taken for more reasons than one. First, there was someone else taking a picture at the same time. Also, most of them never could have guessed that the picture would have to be taken in the first place. This picture was taken when I was moving from Boston to New York; after all, I was supposed to be with them forever, but unfortunately it was my going-away party.
I made the decision to come to New York City early in 2003. Because we just moved to the USA to get settled at Boston where my whole family was supposed to settle down, but my mother could not find a job in Boston. That is why we had to move to New York. I had spent most of my life with all of these people; we used to live in the same building when we were back in Bangladesh. They are not only my cousins, but they are also my best friends. I didn't think about that in the beginning. At first I was excited to go, but about the time of this party, the anxiety of leaving hit me like a “sledgehammer”. The party was June 10th. I left for New York ten days later on June 20th. Those ten days were some of the most anxious of my entire life. Was I willing to give up my happy existence to step into an unknown world of doubt?
I had no idea the party was going to
I made the decision to come to New York City early in 2003. Because we just moved to the USA to get settled at Boston where my whole family was supposed to settle down, but my mother could not find a job in Boston. That is why we had to move to New York. I had spent most of my life with all of these people; we used to live in the same building when we were back in Bangladesh. They are not only my cousins, but they are also my best friends. I didn't think about that in the beginning. At first I was excited to go, but about the time of this party, the anxiety of leaving hit me like a “sledgehammer”. The party was June 10th. I left for New York ten days later on June 20th. Those ten days were some of the most anxious of my entire life. Was I willing to give up my happy existence to step into an unknown world of doubt?
I had no idea the party was going to