Michael liu Blog 2

This photo is the day that I went to America. I had got everything ready and the boy beside me was my cousin. My mother took this memorable moment. My bag was on my shoulders. My laptop, passport, I-20 and all other stuff full filled it. I was looking forward to the future and college life in Virginia tech. My cousin, who would see me off, however, seemed a little upset. He is my best brother. He was only ten months elder than me. We grew up together. In the childhood, we shared a bed, sometimes fighted with each other. My parents would buy same t-shirts for both of us, dressed like a real brother. After that, we entered school. Although in different schools, we studied together. Solving math problems, building physical models, sometimes, we would copy each other’s article to handle the assignment. The strong relationship between us made make us cannot bear to be apart with others.

  My flight was four thirty at that day. It was my first trip to America. I was exciting, worried and had an idea about the college life. Besides, I would take a plane by my own. But I could not to show any fear on my face. I didn’t my parents worry about me.