The New Girl

Pinch Me I Must Be Dreaming

It was 37 dergrees in the Philippines hottest weather so far in the first week of summer. And though this weather is already killing me, my mom is doing better by embracing me so tightly.

"We are going to miss you honey!" Trust me I love my mom and I am going to miss her, but I really can't breathe.

"Mom--can't breathe here--" I tried to say gasping for air.

And finally she let go, "Sorry its just--" and as expected tears now poured from her eyes, as she sobs, and try to finish her sentence, "Your're my only baby girl--an--and I cant believe that you're leaving--" a louder cry came from my three younger brothers.

"Aww--will you three nut heads miss me?" I teased my threem brothers who were trying their best in acting like--well, boys.

"Dont flatter yourself--" Mike said while holding back his tears.

"Yeah--the weather is just too hot--that even our eyes are sweaty--" Laurence added defensively.

"Denying it would only make your feelings stronger--" I smirked. and as the two were about to stranggle me--I went over to the youngest, Paul. The musician, he would spend all day sitting by the electonic piano at home, and play incredibly harmonious music. He was diagnosed with Mild cerebrall palsey when he was a baby, he never talk, just makes sounds, he barely can walk without the braces in his legs, and of all, he is the one I'll be missing the most.

"Come here you superstar--" I knelt down and gave him a tight hug. He may not have any words to say--but the tears and grip he held to me meant a thousand words. Tears are now gathering by my eyelids, as a voice echoed through the speakers--it was time.

"Well--that's me." I stood up and my dad came closer and gave me a pat on the shoulder.

"America is far different from our country. If you finally realized that this is one of your collection of mistakes. Just call home if you can't handle it." Here we go... Negative vibes from my father. Sure... I made numerous mistakes, and maybe I'm not the daughter he'd always planned, but hey I'm only human.

"Jesus Chri--" My thoughts almost slipped through my tounge, mom cut me off, before I say something I might regret. But honestly I wont.

"What your dad is trying to say is if you need any help, someone to talk to, just ring us up, Facebook me, twit me, Viber, Vine or whatever social media is available out there." Mom tried to cool of the tension. And gave me one last hug.

"Wish me luck!" I took one last deep breathe, and walked away.

I went inside, shrugging off the bad vibes my dad showered upon me and waved one last goodbye to my family.

***

Somebody pinch me right now, I must be dreaming.

I looked over my window, and saw a great view of the city, the buildings glimmered, as the sun rises from the east. It was more magical than I thought. The different heights of wach structure added to the uniqueness that unfolds by my eyes.

The flight attendant checked on everybody as the captain, told us to fatsen our seatbelts as we are about to land. But I guess its safe to say that she was indeed checking out on some special passenger with me in first class.

The plane landed on JFK, and unlike in Manila, it was spring here, the weather was perfect for a walk in the park, not too hot not too cold. As I walked out to get my luggages, one red head lady, stood up from the crowd with the most colorful colors she was wearing. Neon green Blazer and skirt, purple blouse hot pink pumps, holding up a carton with my name on it written with silver metallic glittery pen. I grabbed my luaggaged and put them in a cart as walked towards the girl.