One beautiful sunny morning on the 18th of July, mom woke me up and said “wake up its time to go New York city”. I froze in astonishment. The big day was finally here, Ajaree’s god mother, Aunt Karen booked us some tickets to New York, The Bronx so we can spend time with her. Mom and dad got the suitcases packed while Ajaree and I go ready for the ferry.
We got our things in the car and went to blowing point seaport. When we got there dad said ,“Sorry but I cannot come with you guys I have to work” We were sad but that was ok. We got on the boat to go St Maartin, the ride was very fun but I got a little sea sick on the way. We got out the sea port in St Marten and dad got us a ride to the airport. We got to the airport and dad went back home.
Mom checked in our suit cases to flight gate 23 to the Bronx. We got onto the plane for four hours and in half the time Ajaree made new friends: two kids from Guyana.
We got off board the plane and went home in Aunt Karen’s car. Before long in her apartment I vomited in her toilet from all the motion sickness. After I cleaned myself out I fell asleep. The next day mom Ajaree and I went from shop to shop for clothes and shoes for our school and also looking for baby clothes for sis TJ’s newborn son