When I was about eight years I moved to American from Africa. It was my mother and older brother and younger sister. I remember that day in the German airport; I was tired, scared and confused. My mom is holding me and my younger sister’s hands as we stroll through the airport. Here I am crying because I was in a place that was unfamiliar to me, I think just being out of my comfort zone was the thing that scared me the most. I remember my mother telling to stop crying and everything would be okay. As we waited for our luggage I stopped crying. For the next fifteen minutes my siblings and sat around and talked.