Descriptive Essay About My Birthday

To start off I want to thank my parents. Both of you not only encourage and support me with my Bar Mitzvah and in life. I am very appreciative to have such outstanding parents. Grandma Helene, you always been so close to me and my brother. When I was little, I loved making paper snakes with you.

I looked at myself at the mirror, drops of water coming out of my eyes like as if it was a rainy day in May. Hearing the news got me so upset and depressed. I sat outside and looked around the place that I have grown up and that meant a lot to me. When I heard that our family was moving to America I was not happy about that.I was angry with my family because I did not want to leave Ethiopia. I did not want to leave my friends and family in Ethiopia. It scared me that I had to leave my old life and start a new one. A month later, it was time to go the airport and get ready to go to the new country. I was nervous; my heartbeat got louder and louder as walked closer to the airport. As I bit my lip, my eyes were dancing to every corner, my legs were shaking, and my hands were sweating. I was sad that I was leaving the place that I called home and that I had to leave all my childhood memories. At the same time, I was excited because I always wondered what it felt like to move to a different country and adapt to a new world, culture, and language. At the airport, I was happy finally come face to face with the big white things that use to fly over my house. I was stunned to see how big they really were. All of the sudden my sadness turned into excitement and I could not wait to start a

The plane took off and were in the air leaving the place I had only ever known. I remember when my parents told me and my two brothers that we would be moving to the United states. At the time I didn’t know where we would end up or how we were even getting there. All I knew was I would be in a totally different landscape with a lot of ethnically different people whom I have never met or seen before.

The sky was always blue holding sunshine rays in her world. Her name was Rosaline Deponte, my great-grandma. The continuous smile that she showed on her face reminded us how precious life is and to not take things for granted. Cold wood floors that could easily freeze toes, single-walled construction, shut rows of jalousie windows, and the smell of warm sweet bread on the counter 24/7, that was Rosaline’s house.

I opened my gifts and thanked the givers, who continued to argue with me. The waiters ended up throwing away most of the cake, because my family members seemed to have lost their appetites. Eventually I grew too tired to squabble anymore. I had to leave before anyone guessed my secret. I thanked them all for coming and hugged each one goodbye.

Last years, I was in Iraq, in Baghdad, in my house with my mom and sister. It was a beautiful weather, when the phone rang and my mom answered, immediately the smile became on her face when she heard we would travel to another country. After the phone closed, she came to us and said,¨we will finally travel to United States,let us go to prepare the backpacks, we do not have more time to waste¨these news were amazing, but I became sad that we left my cousin, my friend in Iraq. Next, we prepare to go to the pline, we moved in pline to Ardon, then to Germany, and then to United States. It was a fun trip in airport and also a tired one. Then,

"We have seven more days!" my dad's voice was echoing through the entire house. That's a week, I thought. There are tons of things I could do in seven days. Suddenly, my mind drifted to all the things that I would miss when I leave this country. All the places I've been to. Looking around, I started to regret that I haven't appreciated the things in my life. On the bright side, moving to the U.S. mean new chances for our own family. My siblings would have a better education. Also, my mom and dad could get a better job! It would be better for all of us.          Seven days later, my family and I were at the door of my apartment, my hands full of luggage. That will be the last time I saw this apartment. I promised myself not to forget the events that have happened here. Then we get to the airport by cab. When we arrive, I was glad to see that our relatives and friends were there. We have our last goodbye outside the airport, just minutes before we have to go. As our departure time got closer, some of the people we know shed a tear, and I cannot help it but feel sad inside. I remind myself that one day, I will get a chance to revisit

“I can recall my mother’s 75th birthday party, it was a surprise birthday party that my siblings put together for my mother. Mother was so

When my parents confirmed that they were making plans to face the move, I was shocked and didn’t know what to think. At the time it seemed absurd to leave behind my entire life in the small town and travel distances away. As they explained the plans to organise our belongings, board the plane and join my grandmother, I began to feel somewhat excited. I felt

A man announced that we would be taking off; fear and excitement rushed through me. When the plane took off it was one of the most terrifying things that I have ever experienced. I felt like I was going to puke. In order to help with the motion sickness, I chatted with the lady next to me for a while, which worked as a great distraction. It was thirty minutes into the flight when I began to feel exhausted. I laid my head down on the window and began to drift into a deep

The drive was roughly two hours, and then we finally arrived at the airport. I had been to that airport so many times, but never boarded a flight, so it was a strange feeling. It made the entire trip feel very sudden and real, and it made me excited. Going through security, thankfully, did not take as much time as we expected, and it wasn’t as complicated as I previously thought. We then waited patiently to board our plane. I was expecting to be tired because it was unusually late at night, but my nerves and the anticipation ensured I wouldn’t be sleeping for a while. At last, we boarded the plane. It took longer than I imagined for the plane to take off. The feeling close to weightlessness was worth it, in spite of that, and I was ecstatic about having the window seat and getting to look at everything

Life was simple during high school, you go to school, do your homework and just study for the coming exams until you go to an educational and military training center to finish 12th grade back home, Eritrea. This training center is called Sawa. The weather condition of that area is usually dry with high temperatures throughout the year.It is the place where we take our national secondary school leaving examination after finishing 11th grade. As it was every citizen’s duty to attend this training center our time came to attend the training center. I didn’t think that much about how I am going to miss my family on the to Sawa as I was enjoying the landscape we passed through and enjoyed the presence of my classmates as we were traveling in the

Soon after that my sister and dad awoke, it was time to celebrate! I had my favourite breakfast, scrumptious waffles, with vibrant berries. The sweet wafts of syrup scented heat made my mouth water. Since we were going to celebrate my birthday in the evening, me and my sister decide to play some games to pass the time. We played Monopoly and Jenga! Our Monopoly game felt like it lasted for ages because the game could go on forever. She ended up winning, she had five hotels! Then we played Jenga. It took us some time to build the tower because I kept knocking it over by

It was 2:00pm, I spent almost the whole day roaming around the house doing nothing, just thinking about everyone else. How come everyone was busy today? I assumed half of my friends forgot it was my birthday. At 3:45pm our door bell rang. Out of curiosity I ran downstairs to check and it was my childhood friend Trisha. While wishing me happy birthday, she gave me a friendly hug. Then we went to my room. There she took out pictures from when we were young, candy jewelry we played with when we were young. It was basically a reminder to me that no matter how old any of us get, we’ll always be stupid little kids at heart and will stick together. It was a wonderful and a thoughtful gift, but that was not it. She went outside to her car to get something, and when she returned it was another gift, a beautiful blue dress with a design coming out from the left side and a slight cut on both sides.

We all sat down and talked. We talked about how everyone has been. My sisters school and my brothers new job. While we were talking there was another knock on the door. I went to go open the door and it was the pizza and the wings. I payed for them and grabbed the boxes and walked into the kitchen where my family was. Everyone was really hungry but my family really wanted me to see the big surprise they got for me. SO we agreed we would go outside to see what they got me. We went outside when I saw what they got me I almost cried in joy. My family got me the same looking motorcycle that was on my cake. It was a black Kawasaki Ninja 2017. It had a nice leather seat.The lights were bright white and it was really shinny.But I had one question.