A Short Story : A Story?

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That first night in San Francisco was unforgettable. I was asleep for most of the airplane ride home. When I finally woke up everything looked so different. I saw the magnificent, glistening, blue ocean and a very large bridge. I stepped off the airplane and Amir asked me, “How are you doing Sohrab?” I said nothing. All around me people were speaking only English, I could only pick up a couple of words, such as “hello” or “yes”. Amir asked me how I liked it so far, I wanted to say, “We’ve only just stepped off the plane, what am I supposed to think?” instead I said nothing. Amir continued talking about San Francisco and how different life would be here, I remained silent. We arrived at Amir’s house finally, my new home. It felt strange and uncomfortable almost. I couldn’t wrap my head around it, my mother and father were both gone, I was in a completely different country, and my uncle is now my father. I finally met my new mother, Soraya. She greeted me with a hug, warm, embracing, and strong but also comforting. I knew she was nothing like those men that made me dance, I could tell her heart was too kind for that. “Hello Sohrab, how are you doing?” Soraya asked me. “I’m okay” I responded shortly. “If you need anything let me know okay? I am going to prepare dinner now.” “Okay, thank you.” I kept to myself as much as I could that night but Jamila and General Taheri, my new grandparents, were coming over. I knew from his first glance that General Taheri was unsure

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A Short Story : A Story?