Loneliness

American Literature

Ryan Ma

Ms. Hudak

2015/2/3

                                                                                                Loneliness

            Loneliness is not being alone. No one likes loneliness. Someone has friends but they are not around him/her, it’s called alone. If you have nothing but yourself in your world, it’s called lonely. Loneliness is nothing to do with the people around you, because it’s all about yourself. The only time I feel lonely is 2 years ago. Since I have a really huge family, so I always have my relatives around me. This time, I have no relatives.

            The second year I live in America my cousin went to another school, but I didn’t. He didn’t tell me that he went to another school, so I came to America by myself. I did not have friends in that school, so I was going to a place that I did not like.

            My dad and me went in to the airport, and I checked all my stuff. I walked with my dad, and I slowed down my steps. It was the last few hours in my country in that year and it was also the last few minutes I could spend with my dad in that year. The first word came in to my mind was cruel, because I was a 16-year-old boy. Before I walked in to the door, my dad said “have a safe flight, remember to call me when you get there.” His voice always makes me feel safe so does this time. I said ok, and I could not say anything else because I noticed my voice was not right, so I hugged my dad and kissed his face. I turned around, and I made myself to not cry. When I walked in the door, I could feel that my dad was watching me, but I did not look back. I knew if I looked back at that point, I would cry. The reason that I wanted cry was I did not spend a lot time with my dad, because he had his job in my hometown but me and my mom moved in the city.

            I got in to the airplane, and I lay down in the chair. I called my parents before the flight attendant told me to turn off my phone. I finished the talk with my parents, and I cried right after I hung up the phone. I felt so sad, because whenever I thought about the place that I was going to, I couldn’t tell myself everything is all right like I used to do. I really felt helpless at that time. I missed all my family members and all my friends since I got in the airplane. All those memories just came in to my mind, I knew my family loves me, and I love them too.

            Now, I can tell you what I did in that year. First, I call my parents every morning at 9. Second, I count how many days left that I can go back to home. Last, I go to bed very early so I can pass the day very fast. I call my parents so I don’t have to miss them too much. How many days left can give me a hope. Sleep early makes me feel better. For a 16-year-old boy, for me, it is cruel and lonely.

            If my parents would ask me about where to study, I would say China. I hate being lonely. My schoolmates, and my friends, please love your family and spend your time with them.