My Trip

Believe In Your Heart

My name is Mia. I'm 12 years old. My parents died many years ago. Now I live with my best friend Miranda Lambert. When Mr. Lambert and Mrs. Lambert knew that my parents died in a car accident and I didn't have any relative, they didn't even think about it, and just adopted me. Now, we live in Los Angeles. But this isn't the main part of what I'm going to tell you guys.

When I was small, I thought that the car accident has been just an accident, but I just got a letter that says it was from my mother. In the letter, she said she is in New York. So I told Mr.Lambert about the mail, and he told me -- IT IS REAL!!

So I thought about it for the whole night, and decided to go to New York to find my mother. I want a real mother that can talk heart to heart conversations. Even though Mrs.Lambert treats me like real daughter, I still know that we can't have a heart to heart talk. I have seen Miranda and Mrs.Lambert have a heart to heart talk and that made me feel like I wasn't a part of this family. I always feel nervous. What if one day, the Lambert family doesn't want me anymore? Where should I go? I know the feeling that I have may hurt the Lambert family, but I just can't ignore it.

The next day I told Mr. Lambert about my decisions. When I looked into his eyes, I knew he knew what I felt. He knows that I feel like I'm not a part of this family. "Sorry," he said. 

"No. It's my fault. I feel really thankful to be one of this family, even though I'm actually not. Thank you for adopting me," I said. 

"Your parents have saved a lot of money for you. I saved it in the bank, and I think now is the time to give the money to you." I looked at him and ran into his arms.

" THANK YOU!" I cried. I felt something hot like water drops on my arms. I knew. They were his tears. "Now, go pack your luggage. I think you will need many things."

I ran upstairs and packed my luggage, then went down. "Mia, can you wait until tomorrow? Please." said a pretty girl standing beside Mrs. Lambert. She is my best friend, Miranda Lambert. 

"Yeah, Mia." said Mr. Lambert and Mrs. Lambert.

I smiled, "That's what I was thinking."

Miranda and I talked and talked the whole day, and didn't leave each other.

A day went by.

The Lambert family sent me to the airport. Everyone cried. We all knew that we wouldn't see each other anymore. We hugged and cried. "If you find your mother, can you bring her to Los Angeles? And remember to call me every day." said Miranda.

"I will."

It was time to say goodbye.

"You will always be my best friend forever!" I shouted. "You too!" Miranda shouted back.

After a 5-hour-long flight, I finally arrived in New York. In the letter, there was a gift certificate for a hotel. So now I'm going to the hotel. That hotel is close to the airport, so I decided to walk there.

When I arrived at the hotel, I didn't even tell the people who I was, and they led me to the room. I think my mother might have already told them what I look like. I decided to go to my mother's house tomorrow, because I was so tired. I called Miranda, even though I'm really tired, I still didn't forget what she wanted me to call her everyday.

The next day, in the afternoon...

I was going to meet my mother. I was a little bit excited and nervous. What if she was just tricking me? I called a taxi to drive me to where the address was.

Finally, the driver said, "Miss, here it is." 

"Thank you." I got out of the taxi. This house was big. There were flowers all over the front yard. I walked on the stairs, stood in front of the door, and pressed the bell. Soon, a woman came to the door and opened it. "Who are you?" she asked. "Oh, um. Is there a Mrs.Jackson living here?" I asked. The woman frowned, "Yes, she lives here. Please wait for a minute." "Thank you." A minute later, a woman with black hair and purple eyes appeared. She is my mother, I thought. I could feel the tears in my eyes. When the woman saw me, she froze. I knew she knew who I was. My mother ran to me and hugged me. "My sweetheart...My poor daughter..." she cried. I cried too. She took me inside the house. The house was big and I could tell everything in the house might be very expensive. She introduced the woman who opened the door for me, "This is Jasmine. She is my housekeeper."

We went to a room. It could be the living room, I thought. We sat on the couch. My mother said "Do you want to know why am I alive?" I nodded. She smiled, " I was 22 years old that year, and I met your father. Your father was 24. We fell in love. My family was very rich, and my dad always wanted me to marry a person who could give us the goods. So when he found out that I was in love with someone who wasn't rich, he got very angry. He tried to break us up. Of course, we wouldn't let him do this, so we went to Los Angeles and we had you. But my dad found out. Even though we already had you, my dad still wanted us to break up. So he sent someone crashing into my car. That year you were only 2 years old. Obviously, my dad wouldn't kill me. Only Charles, your dad, died. My dad ignored what I wanted, and brought me back to New York. I tried to find you, but my dad didn't let me and he told Jasmine to take care of me, which basically means she never let me out of her sight.  Jasmine doesn't know that you are coming." It was time to eat dinner.

After dinner, they two of us talked about what I have been doing these past years, and my mom cried many times. That night, we slept in the same bed.

A few days later, my mom asked me a question. "Sweetheart, do you want to stay in New York?"

"No."

"I have been thinking about this question for a few days. I was thinking about whether or not we should move back to Los Angeles. I think you might love to live there. So I have decided to move there."

"Seriously?!"

"Of course!"

"Hooray!! I'm going to introduce my best friend and her parents to you!"

We both laughed. A week later, we moved to L.A.