April 4, 2012
Being 13 years old is hard enough, but being 13 years old and facing a whole new way of life was impossible (so I thought). I wallowed in self pity and loneliness for a while. As the days went by nothing much changed, I watched the other kids from afar I was afraid to join in. Eventually I did make a friend in school, her name was Terry, and even though we didn't understand each other this gave me hope and a will power to learn the language. The desire to learn became so strong that I learned the language in 9 months, let me say this it was not easy I was studying all the time but I was determined to learn!!! I still remember the sense of accomplishment I felt when I realizes that I understood what everybody was saying! My teachers were great I still remember their names, the kids were great too. Terry was my best friend she was a great help and I don't know what I would have done without her, our friendship became very strong and we were closer then sisters. Sadly she went to be with God last year but I will always remember and love her and be very grateful for our friendship.
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