Tidiane Sako Sako
An unforgettable trip
It was the middle of February, 2007. It was around 7 o’clock in the morning, another beautiful summer day. The sun was already out shining like never before. It shined so bright that I could feel my forehead burning from its rays. The sound of the singing birds flowing through my ears was beautiful. I was on my way to school when I encountered my best friend on the road. We walked together to school and I went to the principal’s office, telling him that I had to leave school for 3 weeks, without telling him the reason behind it .He gave me some paper work to fill out and told me to bring it back the next day.
That evening my father and I were filling out the papers that I had to take to school for the principal and he asked me if I told the principal where I was going. I told him no. My father told me to tell the principal I was going to a funeral in Senegal, a country next to mine which was a complete lie. My father didn’t want anybody to know why we were leaving the country for 3 weeks. The reason was we were going to get our visas to come to the U.S. My father didn’t want anyone to know in case we didn’t get them. After filling out all the papers, I went to bed thinking about the next day.
The next day I went to school and handed the paper work to the principal, and I told him what my father had told me to say. I told my best friend the real reason and he swore not to tell anybody. My cousin and I left school and went home to get ready for the big voyage that night. My dad came home from work at five. He ate and got ready, too. By seven everybody was ready. The minibus that my father rented came at seven thirty with the driver. We packed our luggage in the minibus and left at eight. It was a three days drive; it was the longest ride of my life. Finally we got there, three...